Evie woke to agony. Every nerve in her body screamed. She tried to move but her limbs would not respond. Someone was shouting but the words were muffled, distant.
"Silver poisoning," a voice said. Victoria's voice. "The knife went deep. The poison is spreading."
"Get it out," Gideon's voice, raw and desperate. "Cut it out, burn it out, I do not care. Just get it out of her."
"It does not work that way," Victoria said, and she sounded scared. Victoria, who never sounded scared. "Silver poisoning in humans is different than in wolves. We can heal from it eventually. Humans cannot. It will spread through her system until it reaches her heart or her brain. And then she will die."
"No," Gideon said. "No, there has to be something. Some cure, some treatment, something."
"There is one thing,
