Chapter 8
“RUTH.” I STARED HER down. “In public, I’ll treat you as alpha. But you’re bleeding.”
“It’s not important.” Despite her words, my sister-in-law’s motions were stiff as she swung her legs off the desk.
For the first time, I saw the blood I’d been smelling. Not a battle wound. Or, if battle was the culprit, the damage hadn’t been the result of a cut or a bite. Instead, blood dripped off the front of the desk chair and onto the floor.
The source of the bleeding lay between Ruth’s legs.
“We need a doctor,” I said, trying to keep my tone light as I stated the obvious.
“Yes, great idea, Honor.” Ruth’s eyes squinted shut, but I was relieved she was able to backtalk. “Shall we call in a werewolf medic and prove I’m too weak to lead this pack? Or perhaps go to a human emergency room
