They’d moved fast and in the complete silence Brett had become used to. He carried his precious burden easily, not wanting to hand her off to any of the others, even though they offered. Instead, he kept her close to his chest. Every shudder that racked her body and whimper that escaped her lips tore at his heart.
He’d never seen a Blood conversion. Plenty of Lycan ones, but never a Blood. He’d always considered Lycan conversions to be rough. The infection hit as soon as the serum was in the veins. He shuddered at the memory of heaving bodies and the snapping of bone accompanied by screams of pain. LY infection was rough, but immediate. Once the first change was over, most slept through the rest of the process.
He’d never envied them that sleep before. It was the last sleep of innocence
