Melody

The adrenaline hadn’t quite faded when I handed Derek into the healer’s care. My hands were still slick with blood, but it was no longer from battle.

It was from holding Derek.

He was badly wounded and pale as he tried to insist he was fine while life drained from his shoulder.

“Keep pressure here,” I told the healers, nodding at the gash that marred his ribs. “And give him wolfsbane-root elixir for the fever. He’s strong, but don’t take chances.”

The healer ...