Page 38 of A Drop of Anguish
“You stabbed him,” he says, voice hoarse. “You stabbed the heir of the Lonecrest pack in the heart.”
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Trouble
“Ithink she may have killed him,” a hoarse voice whispers nearby.
I groan, head throbbing. Dammit, I have to stop waking like this. So much of my body hurts. My right arm burns, and my left arm and neck are paralyzed by sharp, shooting pain.
“Killed?” I whisper.
“You’re awake?”
My breaths start coming faster as I focus on my surroundings. I’m lying on a small white cot, stone walls surrounding me—the infirmary. Janet and Thompson are standing over me. Lola lands on Janet’s shoulder.
“I suppose so,” I answer.
There’s dried blood on Thompson’s head and scrapes up and down his arms, but otherwise, he seems generally unscathed.
I cough and then wince. How does breathing hurt? “What the hell happened? You’re not hurt?” I ask Thompson. If he were, he’d be in a bed too.
“It’s you we’re worried about!” Lola chirps.
“I only have minor injuries,” Thompson answers. “Probably had a concussion and was carved up pretty good, but between my shifter healing and the healer’s potion, I’m already doing much better. You, on the other hand—”
“I’m not going to die,” I say. Even though I feel like I was hit by a bus, I’m fairly certain death isn’t a risk at present. Janet squats next to me and grips my hands.
I wince, but she doesn’t let go.
“No, but that doesn’t mean you’re okay,” Thompson says, his voice somber. Well, that’s encouraging.
“Did you say someone died?” I ask, trying to remember the details of what happened. We were cornered by wolves and fought our way out. I used my stunning potion on one, but the other pinned me and… bit me.
I don’t remember much beyond that.
“I didn’t realize you had an obsidian blade,” Thompson says. “You—you stabbed Jimmy in the heart.”
My eyes bulge. “I killed him?”
“We don’t know yet. It sounded like they were getting him emergency care, but from what I overheard, it didn’t sound good. For him or for you.”
“Me?”
“The pack is going to want your head. He was the heir to their pack.”
I curl a lip. “He attackedme.”
“And you used an illegal weapon to harm him.”
“After he attacked me.”
Thompson shrugs. “You know how politics affect everything here. If the pack is that pissed—”
“She doesn’t need to feel any more stress than she already does,” Janet barks, then her eyes soften as she takes me in. “You just focus on getting better. Are you feeling okay?”
“I feel like I got hit by a truck,” I admit.
Lola chuckles. “You kinda look like you got hit by a truck.”
