BITE

The Brewmaster Part 2

So, I’m gonna need some blood sample from you, Arthit.” casually says Bright.

    Arthit pauses for a moment before nodding. Since they’re here to figure out what his blood could really do, it’s understandable why Bright would need a sample of his blood.

    “Alright,” he nods, sitting himself on the stool by the bar counter. The rest of the group gathers around him as Bright heads to the backroom to get his tools.

    “What the hell is that?” Dae gasps when the brewmaster emerges.

    Bright holds a pair of surgical gloves on one hand, and on the other a syringe they’re sure is not meant for humans.

    “What?” Bright waves the tool in his hand. “Werewolves have naturally thick skin; an ordinary syringe would just bend.”

    “But that’s –

    “Meh,” Bright smiles cheekily. “These are mainly used for cows, but it’s the next best thing.”

    “What’s the other option?” Kongpob speaks up, noticeably paler than usual. Arthit eyes his alpha curiously, trying to gauge Kongpob’s reaction by tuning in on his heartbeat.

    “We slice your skin to get blood,” deadpans the brewmaster.

    “Needle it is,” Arthit taps his lap effectively catching everyone’s attention. He has no problem with needles to begin with, and although he doesn’t trust Bright anywhere near sharp objects, there’s no one in the room who can draw blood.

    “That’s settled then,” Bright then grabs the tourniquet, wrapping it on Arthit’s arms. The brewmaster then positions himself, and Arthit is surprised by the change in demeanor of his friend.

    Bright is usually clumsy, not really caring about his surroundings for the most part. But Arthit sees the hard focus on his friend’s eyes that tells him this is not the first time Bright has done this.

    The needle is twice as thick as a normal syringe and as twice as long as well. The others don’t look too sure, but Arthit wants it to get over with so he tells them that he’s fine.

    “Take a deep breath,” Bright says lowly, concentrating on the patch of skin where Arthit’s vein lies.

    Arthit does what he’s told, and the next thing he feels is a little prick on his skin nothing more.

    “I coated the needle with a numbing solution, so you won’t feel too much pain,” Bright mutters as he draws the blood needed.

    It’s over in an instant. They watch as Bright transfers Arthit’s blood to a vial, writing Arthit’s name on the piece of tape around it. Arthit is kind of impressed to be honest – seeing this new side of his friend that he never in a million years would have thought possible.

    “Now that’s done,” Bright turns to them and smiles, turning to their Alpha, Kongpob, he says, “It’s your turn now, young alpha.”

    “What,” Kongpob practically squeaks, and Arthit takes notice of the little spike on their alpha’s heartbeat.

    “C’mon now, I need your blood as well since you’re the one who bit him,” Bright explains, “I’ll be able to test Arthit’s blood as well more effectively with a sample from yours.”

    The pack turns to Kongpob, who’s internally panicking right now – as per the wolves’ knowledge. Arthit’s friend doesn’t have a clue on the dilemma their alpha is going through, but Arthit is aware of how Kongpob’s scent turns from that summer night he loves to something sour – which he guesses is anxiety.