Page 94 of Witches Be Damned

“Raze!” Supergal moaned, wrestling for me to let her go to meet her man, who slumped in the corner, his chest torn up pretty badly.

Blood poured out of a nasty bite on his neck. “Little Wo…” he gurgled.

“Don’t move, buddy,” I told him. “Supergal’s got you. Just stay put, okay?”

The last thing we needed was his beast freaking out and hurting her.

Supergal sobbed as she pumped pale orange equations into him. Not enough to do all the job, but enough to stop the bleeding and close the gashed tissue. Raze stroked her hair, getting it wet and sticky.

Her friends gave us a moment.

“Jes, get a stretcher for the wounded,” Talon ordered one of his Tollens.

She, Cole, Blaze, and the other two Tollens dragged the bodies of fugitives to one wall, then packed up the equipment they used for transporting themselves to different locations.

Supergal took his hand. “Your heart is struggling. Did you get bitten?”

Raze brushed his neck. “He got a few good ones in, but so did I.”

Supergal charged up her magick to clear away the Lycan venom from his system, but her earlier expenditure meant she only summoned meagre symbols, and none that would form the equation she needed to heal him.

“Shit! I’m too weak,” she panted.

An idea snapped to mind, something I read from a comic.

“Take my hand, Supergal.” I claimed hers, squeezing it. “Use me as a battery and take what you need to fix him.”

She blinked up at me.

Luna fell in line on her other side, clasping Supergal’s hand. “Use me too.”

Blaze settled behind her, putting his hand on her shoulder. “And me.”

“Hell, me too, Covalent Bonds.” Gable squished into the small space and rested his hand on her other shoulder.

“Okay.” She swiped at her tears, her voice unsure.

“If anyone can do this, it’s you, Chemistry Nerd,” I told her. “Find the equation that sources the power from us. Even if it’s just one of us.”

She nodded, sorting through hundreds of equations that flashed slower than her regular speed.

“I found it.” She crushed my and Luna’s hands, using what little strength she had left.

Weakness numbed me, and I struggled to keep my body and head upright. Equations fired in the space between Supergal and Raze, and magick soaked into him. Torn flesh in his wounds repaired with rapid speed. He groaned again, this time not in pain. His eyelids cracked open, and his mouth parted.

“It’s working, Little Wolf,” he croaked, watching the silvery venom ooze from the bite marks in his neck.

She sniffed, smiled, and kept going, taking what she needed until he pressed his hand over his heart. Then she threw herself at him, climbing on his thick thighs, curling over him, hugging him tightly and sobbing into his chest, not a care in the world of the goo squelching between them.

Luna grinned at me and raised her arm sloppily. “High five?”

“Well done, Supergal and team.” I feebly slapped Luna’s palm and laughed.

“I’m so tired.” Luna tried to stand but needed help from her men.

Tell me about it. My little hero took it out of me, and I needed a rest.

Cole lifted me to standing, holding me upright, patting me on the chest. “You good to stand?”

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