Chapter 8

“Shit, cuz. Is it that bad?” Bert cranes his neck to get a glimpse of himself in a mirror.

I shake it off and focus. His shifter healing has already kicked into gear, and the cuts don’t go too deep. Preston did restrain himself. The injuries are mostly cosmetic.

“No. You’re okay.” I feel his scalp, and he yelps, ducking his head. He’s got a big ol’ goose egg. “After school, come with me to Cassie’s. I’ll make you a poultice. It’ll speed things up.”

“No way. I ain’t going to the witch’s.”

“She’s not a witch. She’s a wise woman.” Our alpha, Maxwell Charge, declared a few...