55 The Need of a Mate - Part 2

RETH

"Thick-headed Alpha male bullshit," Aymora growled as she unlocked the cage and hurried in. "Always so sure of yourselves until you fail, then it's hurry, hurry, hurry, woman and fix this for me."

Ignoring the muttering of the female that threatened his temper, Reth tipped his head and Behryn moved to block the open doorway, keeping the others back.

Aymora knelt in front of him and poured a dollop of the foul smelling syrup into a spoon, spooning it into Reth's mouth like she did when he was a cub. Then, with a grimace, she poured a second dose and gave him that as well.

Reth spluttered—the stuff tasted horrible—but he forced himself to swallow it down. While he was still shaking his head and making faces, Aymora moved to the wound on his side, tsking and growling when he batted her hand away when she touched a tender spot.