"I'll get the med-kit," Minjo says, setting the steaming cups of tea down on the table.
For the first time, the Alpha turns away from you to look at his mate. "Min. No. You don't need to. We're werewolves. We heal fast."
"And you heal faster with some stitches," she reminds him. "I'm not letting a member of your pack walk around with an open wound. Not in my house."
Before he can protest, she strides out of the room, chin forward, face set.
You watch her go.
She's a beautiful woman. Tall, willowy, with straight black hair and a round, friendly face. She's also heavily pregnant, not that it seemed to slow her down at all.
Next
The Alpha sighs and picks up a cup of tea. "Take one," he says.
Ed obediently takes a cup. So does Marco.
Vicky shakes her head.
You pick up a cup and take a careful sip. It tastes like tree bark, citrus, and too much sugar. But the warmth against your lips makes you realise exactly how cold you are.
Your next sip is closer to a gulp.
The Alpha doesn't seem bothered. He takes a slow sip from his own cup. "So, what happened?"