Caius
I should have killed the men who did this, but I was too busy bleeding. Now I am in a bed that is too small for me, watching a woman I do not know. Her hands are steady and her house smells like dried weeds.
"Drink this," she said. She held a wooden cup to my face.
"What is it?" I asked. My voice sounded rough.
"Something to keep the fever down. Or don't drink it. I don't care if you die, but I’d rather you didn’t do it on my floor."
I looked at her. Most people don’t look at me at all. They look at the floor or they look at my throat, waiting for me to tear theirs out. I’ve been the Alpha of Ironblood for six years. I took the pack when I was twenty-three because my father was too weak to keep it. I don’t negotiate. I don’t ask twice. And I definitely don't take medicine from s
