FINNIAN
“I promise you, you’ll all pay for this if he dies,” I growled, pacing back and forth. My boots dragged against the dirt, the sound grinding into my skull like the rage burning inside me.
It had been over a moon, and still, they couldn’t save him. Not with their herbs, not with their chants, not with their so-called healing touch.
Daze lay there breathing, but barely. His eyes never opened. His side had swollen so badly it looked ready to burst. I clenched my fists, forcing the lump in my throat down. I couldn’t lose him. Not like this.
We were going back to the Palace, Red Moon Pack. Our witches, our healers, they would fix him. They had to.
“I should’ve taken him home since,” I muttered under my breath, dragging my hand through my hair, yanking hard enough to sting. I’d trus
