Elara pov
Silver, the only known metal capable of hurting our species. I had no idea Phillip owned one of these or that he used it for something so trifling like cooking.
A sigh escaped my lips, it was not like he had any idea how important this was to werewolves.
"Did you cut yourself?" Brielle gasped behind me.
"It is just a small cut, nothing to worry about." I smiled nervously at her, hoping she did not notice my pale face that looked like all the blood had been drained from it.
The burning sensation had not eased yet but I could not let Brielle see me using garlic cloves for my cut, she would deem it weird so I endured the pain until she left to take someone's order before hurriedly applying Garlic to it.
It eased the pain instantly, and my heart stopped beating so fast.
"A pit
