WREN
The first thing I did once we got back to the rented house was sit Ash down at the kitchen table and pull back his sleeve to see exactly how bad the damage actually was.
It was worse than I'd expected. The silver chain marks had left a deep cut around both wrists, and the burns from the water Beta Damon had dumped on him had torn open somewhere during the walk out, probably the moment he'd wrapped that chain around Damon's throat, or probably the moment he'd decided his own pain was a luxury he didn't have time for.
Worse of it, the skin had already started to blister at the edges.
"Don't move," I said, and went to find supplies.
My hands moved with practical speed once I had everything laid out; saline, gauze, the salve I kept for burns that wasn't anything close to what a real
