As Quentin stumbles his way into the front room, I am in the process of lifting Rick back onto the couch so he is more comfortable. I'm in a state of shock over his statement to get out of his house, but I'm not going to leave until I know he will be alright.
“I don't think you should be here when he wakes up, Raven," Quentin says in a strained voice. I don't need to ask if he heard what Rick said. He's clearly bouncing back a little quicker than Rick, but still weak from the spell.
“I just want to make sure he's getting better," I reply as I brush the hair out of his face.
“I will make sure of that," he says firmly.
“It was an accident, Quentin. My friend, Rowena, she was the one who was attacked by the rogue wolf. I know it was wrong, but she wanted to get revenge and make the wol
