Page 53 of Isabel and the Werewolf Beast

“If the human blood was going to work, don’t you think it would have by now?” He closed the book and stared at me. “We have more pressing concerns than a mere werewolf.”

I ignored him, crossed the room to Dante’s side, and placed a palm on his forehead.

“He has a fever.”

“No doubt rejecting the blood.”

“Would my blood be powerful enough to cure him yet?”

“No. After what your body endured, it will take a couple of days until you’re up to full strength as will all of us.”

The door slammed open, and another werewolf charged into the room, surprising us with how fast he’d snuck into the castle.

“Get away from my brother,” he roared.

Violence gathered in the air. Lucian readied himself to attack, but I stepped between them. I may not be at full strength, but this werewolf didn’t comprehend that. He looked familiar. The same dark hair as Dante. The same curve to his lips as he bared his teeth.

“Asher?” I asked.

His gaze settled on my face, his entire demeanor changed in that one word of his name as though acknowledging I knew who he was made me less deadly to him. “You know my name?”

“Dante told me about you. He was always talking about you. How he’d do anything for you. For his little brother.”

His gaze swept my body. “Shit, last time I saw you, you had no head.”

“Yes, Silas cut it off.”

He snapped his gaze toward Dante. “Is that what Dante told you?”

“I haven’t spoken to Dante yet since he returned my head to my body.”

Asher rubbed his forehead. “What’s wrong with him?”

“He gave his blood to save my life.”

Asher sighed as his eyes glistened with moisture. “Will he live?”

“He’s strong and has survived so far. Do you understand how I can help him?”

Asher motioned toward his brother and I nodded for him to go to him. He stepped around me and I let him step to Dante’s side.

“I comprehend as little as Dante about being a werewolf.”

Lucian took a step closer. “How is that possible? Werewolves take their bitten into their packs.”

“The woman who bit me disappeared.” His head dropped forward as he placed a hand on top of Dante’s. “Would my blood help him?”

“I don’t know, but we can try a pint and see what happens.”

“Take everything if it’ll bring him back. I did this to him and he doesn’t deserve it.”

I laughed. “You two brothers are as magnanimous as each other. Who would have thought you grew up fending for yourselves?”

“Dante told you about our life?”

“Yes. We had quite a lot of time together.”

“I thought you would have killed him for sure when I had to leave him here. I’m still surprised you didn’t, and you like each other. He was so upset about your head.” Asher swallowed hard, his throat working to force the words down.

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