Azeon
I cover my burns with herbs my healing salve. Aira’s damn protection spells for the border of that pack had hurt much more than I had planned.
“She is a damn good witch.” I mutter angrily. I almost didn’t make it across the second time.
Burton and Kincaid are both unconscious. I had to knock them out so they wouldn’t shriek at the pain of crossing through the border. Though both look like they have been tortured well. Kincaid couldn’t have walked either. His feet were awful. Moving gingerly, I grab the large green vial and begin dropping it into their mouths. With the vial emptied I begin applying salve to their burns and wounds. Their wolves may be out a while. I am sure they were dosed with wolfsbane repeatedly.
The sun is only now coming up. They’ll discover their missing p
