“Put the ointment on the wound.”
“What is it?” I twist off the lid. It smells sharp, like alcohol.
When I smear it onto the gash in Ryan’s side, he shrieks. Blake grabs his shoulders and pins him down.
“It’s to kill the bacteria. Wolves heal fast, but wounds can still get infected. Now, sew it up.”
“Sew it up?”
“Yes. Imagine you’re sewing a dress.”
I look at him. Was he listening in on mine and Callum’s conversation?
He nods at the wound. “Go on.”
I grab the needle and thread. Hand shaking slightly, I hover above the wound. I am by no means queasy when it comes to blood and wounds, but this is something I haven’t done before.
Blake leans over me, and I catch the scent of dark forests as he pinches the flesh on both sides of the wound together. He takes the needle from me.
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