Bam's face twitched and she frowned, "You're lying." The bedroom door flung open and a heavy and dominating growl fell into the air and I ignored how the hair on the back of my neck rose along with it. Normally I didn't care but I was fucking tapped out even worse than I had been before, I didn't have any defenses and that was a pissed off werewolf at my back.

"You just wish I was ly-" I cut myself off as the werewolf gripped me around the throat, his claws pressing into it tightly as his other arm wrapped so tightly around my chest I felt like I could barely breathe. I swallowed hard, grinding my teeth as I breathed as carefully as I could to avoid those sharp points. He was so going to get his nutsack ripped off for this move.

"You help Violet or I kill her." He pressed his claws into my skin and I winced, unable to stop it as he drug them threw my skin, not deep enough to maim me but deep enough to threaten my already depleted blood supply. This was just fucking great.

"Let her go." Bam's eyes flashed and I felt the cabin shake as her magick warped around her.

My eyes darted back and forth. The fucking werewolf just had to make this situation even worse. I was getting through to her and he had to fuck it up with his hamfisted death threat. "Shut up, Bam!" I hissed it out, closing my eyes tightly as he held my throat tighter as Bam shifted her arms, her magick becoming more tangible. "Are you seriously willing to risk my fucking life over this? Give it up!" I said it as quickly as I could, not wanting to risk moving my throat too much in case it made the bleed that much worse.

Bam looked like she wanted to argue, that she wanted to bring everything down but I pinned her with a look. If I had my throat ripped out because of her I would find a way to come back from the dead and I would fucking ruin her. "Try me, witch, an' she dies." He growled it low by my throat, keeping more behind me so that Bam would have to hit me with her magick if she tried to stop him.

"Enough, Bam!" I hissed it out and Bam faltered before coming out of her attack stance.

"Fine." She gritted it out and lowered her hands, her magick retreating as she slowly moved back, giving in to the demand. "Let her go." For a moment the werewolf didn't move before he finished the slight cut around my throat, causing me to let out a hiss of breath.

"A warning t' ye." He said it roughly before shoving me away. I wanted to whirl around and throw the hardest punch at him that I could manage but I staggered, my hand going to my throat to stop the slow drool of blood from the claw marks.

"For fuck's sakes, mutt, I'm on your fucking side!" I hissed it out as Bam came over, grabbing the wounds and with a quick warmth and a dancing of her runes, they sealed. I shook my head but grabbed Bam's arm and dragged her to the bedroom.

Violet was laying on the bed, her eyes wide, fear practically saturating every single inch of the room. She locked her gaze onto Bam, not looking away, the whites of her eyes showing. "Hello, bitch." Bam sneered it out and I grabbed Bam's arm and gave her a shake.

"It's my fucking life on the line now, Bam! Grow the fuck up!" I hissed it at her, glancing to the doorway. The werewolf was watching us both and the last thing I wanted was for him to have a fucking excuse to come at me again. I was depleted, tapped out, and I didn't have anymore defenses. As it was I was already starting to feel my legs wobble precariously as black spots rippled at the edges of my vision.

Bam pinched her lips together and looked away, "Fine." It came from between gritted teeth and I moved over to Violet, pressing my hand to her forehead, she felt cold and I didn't like that. She never took her gaze off Bam and she nearly shied away from her as she moved over. Just fucking great.

"She hemorrhaged already. I thew a hasty patch on it by cauterizing the wound internally. I think her placenta ruptured but I have no fucking clue. I'm not a healer." I shrugged my shoulders before tossing the blankets further away so we could have space to work.

"Neither am I." Bam snarked it out, crossing her arms over her chest as she glared daggers at Violet.

I scowled at her in return, "But you currently have more magick than me. I'm fucking tapped out, Bam. So keep your commentary to yourself." I shifted Violet, my arms feeling like weak noodles, I couldn't do this by myself. I shouldn't have tossed the fucking werewolf, I would have had a smidge of reserve left if I hadn't.

"I don't appreciate you threatening me or lying." She sounded so absurdly petulant that I whirled around on her.

I pushed myself into her space, staring her down so we were nearly nose to nose, "That wasn't a fucking threat, Bam. That was a fucking promise." I hissed the words out. "And I didn't fucking lie." I shook my head, feeling honestly disgusted with her attitude. "Violet is Aunt Hestia's granddaughter. Her shitty ass mother gave her to Irma when she was a baby so Violet could take over her prison sentence for getting a young warlock killed. Irma tortured her and went borderline necromancy with her damned spells on Violet allowing her to be killed but brought back to life by using a time reversal spell. I don't fucking know the details. Ask mama." I spat the words out as I moved back to Violet, trying to feel for how the spell was holding in her belly. My magick was refusing but I could faintly feel the thrum of the spell against my palms. That was good, it was holding.

"How does Florence factor into that?" Bam didn't seem all that convinced but I didn't fucking care what she thought about it. She could take it up with mother after this was over, she would tell her the details.

"Florence killed her twice to torture the info about you out of her." I pulled my hands back and Violet shifted with a wince.

"Not Florence." It came out in a cracked and fearful whisper and she flinched as Bam threw her a glare that even I could feel the intensity of.

"Who asked you?" It came out so sharply that Violet flinched into the bed to get away from it.

"Shut the fuck up, Bam!" I glowered at her sharply, ignoring how dizzy the movement made me. I turned back to Violet, pinching my lips together and frowning, "Who did then, Violet?" I didn't exactly appreciate how she was talking to her. The great and wonderful upsides to blood magick. It now made me want to sucker punch Bam for being aggressive to my witch made blood sister.

"She let the werewolf kill me, he cut me apart slowly, just wouldn't stop. Kept cutting and slicing and when I came back he did it all over again." Her face paled and turned green. I looked around quickly and grabbed the little plastic waste bucket from beside her bed and held it up. "He kept cutting and tugging." She swallowed convulsively and I brought the bucket closer and she threw up into it, heaving as she shook. I winced in slightly sympathy. I felt for her. I didn't much think much of werewolves in terms of dangerous but I knew they could be fucking brutal when they wanted to be. She stopped heaving and I set the little plastic on the wooden bedside table. "I'm sorry, Miranda. I just couldn't do it a third time." She shook so hard her teeth chattered and I grabbed her shoulders, slowly laying her back down. Currently, until shit was fixed inside of her with her baby, I didn't want her moving too much and putting too much stress on my shitty patch job.

BamBam looked away, scoffing slightly, "You could have used your magi-"

"Irma bound her from her magick. She effectively had none until Irma was killed." I spat it out, getting really tired of her attitude. The clock was ticking and Violet was hanging in the balance, as well as my own damn life, which I did not fucking appreciate. "It would be like blaming Lacey for being attacked and not using her magick to help herself." The werewolf was lingering and I scowled darkly. "Get her some fucking water, mutt." I spat it out and he hesitated before walking away.

"That's different!" Bam hissed it out, her tone still borderline petulant.

"Explain to me how?" I threw her a look and she threw out an arm that I didn't miss Violet's flinch at.

"Lacey wouldn't have given me up!" She said it rather loud and I rolled my eyes. She was being so fucking childish, I was fairly positive that after a few deaths, Lacey would have sung like a fucking canary.

"Well let's say death is a huge fucking motivator and Violet died for you, twice. So apologize to your fucking blood for being a heinous bitch and having your dog toy kill her, making the total three fucking times she's died for your petulant and bitchy ass." I turned on her slowly, giving her the glare that made grown men shrivel in front of me. "And if you aren't going to apologize, get your ass to work and save her and her baby or I will make good on my promise." I would, I would drag her through the fucking family until she was so tainted, no one would associate her and they would shun her and the very ground she walked on.

She worked her jaw, her eyes narrowing but looked away from me and my glare, "She's barely family."

"She's more Lenkirion than you know, now shut the fuck up and get. To. Work." I said each word more clipped and the rest, letting her show jut how much my patience was fraying with her petulance.

"I just-"

"Move, Bam!" It bellowed out of me and she actually jumped, hunching forward as it she had been hit like a dog. "I won't tell you a third time!" I was sick and fucking tired of how she was acting and she was going to do what I said and she was going to do it now.

"Don't fucking mama voice me, Red." She glanced at me from the corner of her eyes but stayed put.

"I will speak to you however I want. Now move. Your. Ass." I used the exact tone that she hadn't liked, if she didn't want me to mama voice her, she was getting fucking mama voice. She looked like she wanted to say something but I held up a finger. "I don't want to fucking hear it, am I understood?" She paused before nodding as slowly moved towards the bed, her hands out.

The werewolf moved closer, I had known he had been there for a while, just watching and I turned, not wanting him at my back. Once of him taking advantage of that was enough. I pulled the glass away from him, turning back to Violet and helping her clean out her mouth and take a few drink before I gave him both the glass and the vomit bucket without a word. I had nothing to say to him at the moment. "Thank you, Lyxton." Violet said it softly and the werewolf grunted his acknowledgement as he moved away.

"What are you finding?" I looked at Bam as she rested her hands on Violet's belly, her eyes closed in concentration.

"Baby tore the placenta but is breech. I need to get it turned around and if I'm lucky, we can get baby and placenta out before your hold tears open and she bleeds again. You did a helluva patch job on it." She muttered it out and I nodded.

"What do we need?" If we need shit then I would get her what she needed.

"Hot water and towels. I dunno, I don't deliver babies in my spare time, Red." She snarked it out and I didn't resist the urge and reached out, slapping her upside the head.

"Drop the fucking attitude." I hissed it out before moving to the doorway. I looked at the werewolf. "Get us hot water and towels and stay the fuck out of the way." We needed to be focused to get the baby out and Violet safe and I didn't want to have to deal with him in the fucking room. He simply nodded and turned towards the big black woodburning stove.

"Need some support here, Red." At Bam's voice I turned and walked back into the room. I just fucking hoped I didn't hit the floor before this was all over. The black spots were getting worse and all I wanted to do was curl into a ball and sleep. However one look at Violet as she gripped the sheets tightly in her hands and she grimaced as Bam pushed on her belly I understood that I couldn't.

Not now.

Not yet.