Royal Alpha Roar.
Aconite and Hemlock. f*****g bastards.
I yank my shirt off. The fabric is sticking to my back where festering wounds are refusing to close. In the mirror, I see signs of deep claws—blazed across my skin.
This isn’t the first time I’ve been poisoned with aconite and hemlock. As a frost wolf, it takes three days to purge it from my system with a strict dose of herbs. I’ve been chugging down my emergency supply with whiskey, and yet—this time, it’s working slower. Because this time, I’ve been using my wolf’s energy to grieve.
"My goodness!" Linda storms in. "We have to get to the hospital! I thought you said you were healed already! What—what the hell is that on your back? You’ve been locked in your damn room for three days with those on you?”
I glare at her through th
