After I saw the blood on my hands, I knew Chasel was seriously hurt. I was exhausted from hanging onto that vine, but I had to act.

Though he was injured quite badly, I knew there was hope if I could find some herbs to help heal him. Like my father used herbs to hurt werewolves, my mother used them to help others. She had taught me about several that stopped exsanguination, some for healing gashes, and others that killed pain.

The first one I found had been thrashed ...