Chapter 42

“Galam, please,” Henry’s voice pleaded with hurt. He ran his hand through his hair. “Do you have a Healer amongst you?” He then looked at all of us. “If any of you are Healers or know of any, please help my wife. She’s a werewolf and she’s been suffering an illness for over two years now. She will die soon.” What the hell was going on? Sitting in Henry’s old SUV was beyond awkward. Henry thumped his fingers on the black steering wheel, humming to an old tune. I steadied my eyes on the gravel road in front of us while picking on the thread of the faded red seat covers. Ron sat quietly in the middle of Galam and Beau in the back seat. “So,” Ron chuckled nervously. He looked ridiculously tiny adjacent to Beau and Galam. “You guys won’t attack us, right?” “I thought we’ve established that,” Beau snapped, obviously annoyed. “Okay,” Ron squeaked, drawing in a shaky breath. “My mom would definitely ban me from hunti