Ava's POV
There was no chance I was letting Zane go, not with Lucy lurking, eager to shove it in my face that my Silverbloom idea was bullshit. I bent over him, my hands working quick, checking his pulse, his breaths. He was holding on okay for a werewolf, but looks could deceive. His skin was way too pale, his chest barely moving, and I could feel the life slipping out of him like sand through my fingers.
"What do we do?" Sarah's voice cut through my panic as she stepped into the room, her gaze sweeping over me with worry.
I whirled toward her, desperate. "Prep the herbs, now," I commanded, my fingers still on Zane's chest, sensing that faint beat. I shut my eyes, concentrating. "Wolf's bane, silver leaf, and…"
"Moon petal," Sarah finished, already knowing the drill.
I shook my head
