Odessa POV

The guys talked it over about letting Heath join our fight. It was more of a screaming match than a talk. In the end, they were torn, and the match was rescheduled for another time.

“Here,” I handed Maverick a tonic.

He looked at the cup and then at me. “Hell no.”

“It’s going to help your shoulder.”

“My wolf is good at healing.”

“I did not make you a concoction just for you to refuse. It’s going to help. It’s made of elderberry, ginger-earthworms, rosemary ...