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West snuck a hopeful peek at me. “Can we keep it that way?”

“I don’t have that kind of power, West. I’m sorry.”

“Didn’t think so but had to ask. Arthur's a good kid.”

The two other werewolves turned to regard us. They seemed reluctant to stand, as though the mere change in position would cause Arthur to shake off his mortal coil.

“Nothing we do is working,” the female said. “The wounds are too deep. He’s lost a lot of blood.”

“Keep applying pressure to the wounds, Magda,” West ordered.

“You don’t want to call the paramedics or take him to a hospital?” I asked.

West gazed at Arthur with a solemn expression. “Humans can’t help him.”

I contemplated the wounds. “How do you know for sure?”

“Because we fought the creature that attacked him,” West said grimly.

“And you didn’t mention that in the truck?”

He was unapologetic. “Didn’t feel much like talking.”

“Did you kill it?”

“No, it got away, but we managed to defang it, so it won’t be biting anyone else anytime soon.” West looked at his companions. “We’ll assemble a team to hunt it down as soon as we can regroup.”

“Did you keep the fangs?”

West snarled. “Do I look like the tooth furry to you? No, I didn’t keep a souvenir.”

“Do you know what it was?” I asked, adopting my most patient tone. Those fangs would’ve helped identify the creature if the werewolves couldn’t.

“A big snake,” Magda interrupted.

“That’s an understatement,” the other werewolf said. “It was monstrous.” He wiped Arthur's brow. “His body is on fire.”

Magda swallowed a cry. “It must be poison.”

“Seems likely,” West said. “Without knowing more, we can’t help him.”

“What about Sage?” Magda asked.

West perked up. “That’s a good idea.”

“I don’t think sage will help in a situation like this,” I said.

“She will if we pay her,” the other werewolf said. He still hadn’t been referred to by name, and it didn’t seem like the right time to ask for an introduction.

“Sage is one of the fair folk,” West explained.

“Destiny Woods isn’t far from here.” Magda slid her arms underneath Arthur's shoulders. “We should hurry.”

West crouched beside Arthur. “Let me.”

Magda backed away and let the alpha carry Arthur. West was strong, no doubt about it. He lifted Arthur like he weighed no more than a plank of wood.

I trailed after them to a red cabin nestled in a clearing. There were a few other cabins within view, but they were far enough away to afford this one privacy.

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