Rivere the cat sat calmly near the wall, grooming his paw like nothing had happened. He dragged his tongue across his fur with absolute indifference, as if viciously attacking a witch moments earlier had been nothing more than a routine part of his day.
Well, his day now, since he had been turned into a cat bound to protect Adele.
Micah carried Adele to the infirmary where he helped clean the wolfbane from her wounds. The poison had seeped into her body through the garrote cut, and although she was a healer, it still weakened her.
She was pale and exhausted.
It was no surprise when she eventually fell asleep.
Micah would have stayed beside her, but there was far too much to do. The entire school needed securing.
"Psst," he hissed quietly toward the cat.
Or rather, his brother. Sort of.
God, this was weird.
He tried to get the animal's attention.
Rivere paused for a moment and looked at him.
