Kestrel's POV
I'm shaking so badly, my whole body trembling like I'm standing in a blizzard. I'm praying to the moon goddess, to anyone who'll listen that Zach survives this. That the blood draining will work. That he'll open his eyes and be okay.
But then Zach speaks, his voice barely a whisper. "Zeph... you need to be careful."
Zeph freezes, his hands still pressed against Zach's chest where blood is pooling. "What do you mean?"
"They did this to me," Zach gasps, his breathing becoming more labored. "Because they wanted me to spill... to tell them..."
"Tell them what?" Zeph demands, leaning closer. "Zach, tell me what they wanted."
"They were accusing you of something," Zach continues, his words coming slower now. "Something is wrong. They said I knew... knew about the demon wolf.
