The Wolf's Blood Witch B1✅

5. Don't Pass Out

Kaitlin:

Clearing and cleaning tables.

Literally.

That's what Devlin pressured me into doing after killing the wyvern for me without even being asked to. He'd been looking for me to fill in at the Live Brew, a fae pub that was short on workers tonight. Apparently it fell on me to fill in and allegedly made killing the wyvern his responsibility. 

If he hadn't let me sell what I'd gathered to Bobby, The Live Brew and shop owner, I would've snapped. It took all about two minutes after being pushed towards serving tables for me to get demoted because apparently my smile creeped out customers. 

My smile is not creepy.

Right? 

I groaned as I scrubbed down another red walnut table when my phone vibrated. I hoped for another wyvern bounty but knew that Bobby wouldn't mention another one until after closing since the tavern needed help. Instead Gabriel's name lit up my screen. 

Devlin leaned over my shoulder without shame. He's been fully taking advantage of his status as royalty and playing supervisor. "Why is the alpha calling you?" 

I glared at him and answered, "Hello."

"My son's been poisoned by fae. How fast can you get here?"

"Uh—" I stuttered as my brain tried to reset itself. I'd spent the last ten minutes daydreaming about ditching dish duty. The thought of the Alpha's son was more than a welcomed thought but dread immediately started to fill me as reality sank in. 

If the fae poisoned the Alpha's son and he died, there was going to be another war. Who was I kidding, dying wasn't necessary. Not with the wolf's temper. Breaking the truce legally between our species required a death but technically it didn't need one if one party wanted blood badly enough. 

"I'm not sure I'll be able to help." I said, trying not to die. 

"Bring someone who can." he snapped and surprisingly didn't hang up. 

Gabriel needed confirmation that I was coming and couldn't be certain I would if he hung up abruptly. After all I wasn't a wolf who was bound by his orders as Alpha. He was a smart man with remarkable control of his wolf given the situation. Most would've crushed the phone by now. 

I met Devlin's eyes and he nodded.

That good for nothing little-

I shouldn't have looked. 

"I'll be there when I can." I answered.

"Twenty minutes maximum." Gabriel insisted.

"Sure. I'll fly." I joked partly because my nerves were setting in and partly because yet another person was ordering me around. 

Gabriel hung up immediately. Maybe he wasn't in the mood for sarcasm or, who knows, maybe, he didn't have remarkable control and crushed his phone in irritation, and my head was next in line when he finds out I suck at healing people.  

The more pressing question was what fae was dumb enough to poison the Alpha's son? Brawl, sure, but poison?

"I'll find out who it is." Bobby offered, sneaking up from behind us or rather, only sneaking up on me. Devlin didn't jump at all.

"Come with?" I asked Devlin. He could identify the poison, call for a real healer and possibly pick up a scent.

"Do you still plan on flying or should I—"

"Shut up." I cut him off, fought his teasing glare and failed. That all too familiar arrogant grin spread on his face. The exact grin I'd been trying to avoid.