Chapter 15

"Put pressure on it while I get the medkit," Grady demanded and rushed out of the living room, his walking stick banging loudly against the floor.

I stood over Archer's prone form, the smell of his blood thickening the air, and bent to feel for the wound. My fingertips touched his bare chest, the heat on his skin shocking. 

"What happened?" I traced along his skin, searching.

His breaths were shallow and quick, and he answered me with a pained, "Bitten."

He took my hand and guided it to the half-circle on his side that seeped with blood without a word, but I could feel him studying me hard. He knew. He had to know I was blind if I couldn't even find a bite wound that felt ugly and vicious underneath my hands.

I pressed hard on it, but not too hard, trying to calm my panicked thoughts so I could focus on just one.

"It was..." His side heaved while he tried to get his breathing under control. "It was during that wolf fight."