“Why?”
“Probably because he hated my mother by the time we came of age because I was an only child.”
“Did he know about the wolfsbane training?”
“Who?”
“Beck.” I think my brain was moving too quick for my father to keep up with.
“No. Most of the training, my father swore us to secrecy.”
“So he wouldn’t know that Ronnie would have been able to survive this?”
My father turned back to Ronnie on the bed. “No, he wouldn’t.”
The doctor was stuffing more and more gauze into the wound, throwing the blood-soaked ones to the ground. He became more and more panicked as the used gauze pile grew. “What’s wrong?” My father stepped up to the bedside.
“It’s not closing.”
“What do you mean?” My father grabbed the Doctor’s arm, but he shook him off.
“The lupine saline should have flushed a lot o
