Chapter 11 : Arduous Journey

After I saw the blood on my hands, I knew Chasel was seriously hurt. I was exhausted from hanging onto that vine, but I had to act.

Though he was injured quite badly, I knew there was hope if I could find some herbs to help heal him. Like my father used herbs to hurt werewolves, my mother used them to help others. She had taught me about several that stopped exsanguination, some for healing gashes, and others that killed pain.

The first one I found had been thrashed up from the fight, but there was enough of the shredded leaves to stop the bleeding. Once I knew the most urgent issue was taken care of, I set out to find the one that could mend slashes.

Determined, I swung my hand back and forth over the nearby shrubs to see if I could locate its eerie cerulean leaves. Their leaves looked similar to poison ivy in shape and size. They glowed when they were in the shade or darkness. Parting the branches of several bushes, I was relieved when I found them.

I collected several and