CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY SIX
Zach and Orsina don’t have any idea who the wolf shifters were who tried to attack them in Serpent’s creek.
But I think I do.
“Let me see that again,” I ask, gently taking Zach’s arm and inspecting the burn from the wolfsbane weapon. “You said it smelled bad?”
“Awful,” Zach says, wrinkling his nose at the memory.
“I couldn’t smell anything,” Orsina says with a baffled shrug.
“That’s because it was wolfsbane,” I tell them. “It’s an incredibly dangerous magical herb that can kill or severely weaken werewolves. You were lucky to make it out alive.”
Zach and Orsina seem to share my relief at their well being. They lean in on each other, arms around each other’s shoulders.
“There’s only one wolf pack I know about that’s running around with wolfsbane weapons,” I say.
“Really?” Orsina’s eyes go wide. “You know those guys?”
“If it’s who I think it is, yeah. It’s Sarah’s old pack out of Flagstaff, Arizona.”