Both my friends nodded. “If it’s not your wolves, and not your magic, what else could it be?” Toya huffed as she started wrapping the wound.
I raised a shoulder. “We are just as confused as you.”
Toya finished and cleaned up. Wendy screamed out. “Oh!” And then she ran from the room.
I looked down at Toya, and she looked at me. “What was that?”
Toya smiled. “She had an idea.”
“Oh.” I started to chuckle. “How have I missed this reaction?”
“She usually only has surprise ideas in the middle of the night and I see her sprinting down the hallway past my door.” She snorted as Wendy slid into the room, phone in hand. “What are you doing?”
She held up a finger as she typed away for a bit. “Research.” She kept typing and then she started reading, her eyes darting back and forth, reading whatever was on her screen. “I fucking knew it.”
Both Toya and I grinned and looked at each other again, then turned back to her. “What?”
“It’s the kudzu.” She looked up from her phone.
“What?” I rubbed at my temples. Already over this kudzu bullshit.
Wendy held up her finger again. “Kudzu, when ingested, puts a lot of strain on the wolf. It would weaken them. As it’s thought, the strength of the wolf correlates with their ability to get pregnant. If kudzu has to be used on a strong Luna as an example, it is assumed that the wolf is actively rejecting the pregnancy. The kudzu induces a heat and weakens the wolf so they can’t fight the implantation. The weakness that follows lasts about two weeks if not addressed, so be careful if you choose this method for impregnation.”
The silence that fell was charged. “That fucking douche canoe.” Toya and Wendy snapped to me and snorted.
“You’re watching too much human reality TV again, Amy.” I flipped them off.
“So you’re telling me that not only was he trying to get me to mate with him, he was trying to get me pregnant?”
Wendy winced. “Well, we can’t make that jump.”
Toya growled. “Why not?”
Wendy slid her phone back into her pants. “Because while Brandon is a douche canoe, as Amy has pointed out, he wasn’t the one that grabbed the kudzu to begin with. Morgan got it for your mom, Amy. He was trying to get your mom pregnant, so that is why he chose kudzu over another herb that can kick in a heat. But Brandon is…well he’s stupid. He is in my course and let’s say, if it wasn’t for his dad running the school, he would have failed business already.” Tina chuckled.
“That doesn’t surprise me. Last time he pretended to know what he was doing, but I was the one investing the pack’s money to make sure we didn’t go bankrupt.”
Toya just shook her head. “So he’s a dumbass, but he might not have intended to get Amy pregnant…yet?”
Wendy nodded. “Exactly.” She shrugged. “Or he fully intended to do both. Mate her and trap her with his pup. I wanted to believe he was just a dumbass, but with Vince pulling his strings, either option was a strong possibility.”
I just nodded. “All done?”
Toya looked back down at my leg and then stood. “Yeah, you’re good.” She pointed to Wendy. “How do we ‘address’ it?"
“Huh?” Wendy squinted at her.
“Your the phone genius. You said if the weakness is not addressed, it will be two weeks. How do we address it so she bounces back faster? We start back in class tomorrow and we have training.”
We watched understanding dawn on her face. “Oh, they said she has to flush it out of her system. There is a drink we can make with a few herbs and then stuff her full of red meat.”
I groaned. Just the mention of food made my stomach growl. A big gurgle ripped through the air and the girls laughed. “It looks like Amy agrees.” Toya clapped her hands. "Let's throw a few bottles together to take with us to eat, and then when we get back we can make a few more.” She looked at me. “The faster we flush all of this shit out of your system, the better.”
I nodded and put my foot on the ground. “I agree.” I looked at Wendy. “Can you make the bottles while I get dressed?” Wendy gave me a thumbs up and turned on her heel, disappearing into the kitchen.
“I’ll give her a hand.” Toya pulled something from her pocket. “Here. You have a lot of notifications to clear, and some texts and calls to answer.”
I groaned. I took the phone and clicked the screen. “Over a hundred notifications.” I groaned again. “Why?”
