Chapter 30 I Must Preserve Their Lives

• As the sun set, Nicholette simply dragged her leg from door to door, ignoring all of the rules of etiquette she'd ever learned from her teenage years attending dinners and receptions. And ignoring all of the strategies and myths surrounding the werewolves she learned at the Academy, she asked werewolves for help. Of course the werewolves smelled her blood quenching the ground a mile away, but she had a clear understanding that she wasn't anybody's favorite human at the moment.
• Even so, when Nicholette felt a werewolves paw graze her shoulder gently, she turned around and exposed her wounded leg under the pelt. The male werewolf growled and indicated a house for Nicholette, which she entered and recognized Rafe's place. The werewolf that show it followed her in and belt in front of her, pulling the bandages loose with one long and sharp claw. Her cut, made by the Greyback angry claw bled profusely. Nicholette's new friend licked her wound thoroughly which felt as if it were being reopened, but the thick saliva did diminish the bleeding some. The pain and blood loss made Nicholette weak, so she let herself drop into some cushions as the werewolf rummaged through Rafe's scant possessions. He turned back with a fistful of dark green leaves and mashed them all into a paste, using some of his spit.
• He placed that paste over Nicholette's wound and rolled a crude fabric as a form of bandage over it, tying it as tight as the last one.