Elena’s POV
I narrowed my eyes as I followed Glenda’s movements. She acted like she was about to strike me with her claws, but in mid-air, she shifted her body and made a semi-roll as her other hand pulled out a silver dagger from her belt.
My hand tightened on the stick as I saw how the dagger glinted through the natural surrounding lights, catching a glimpse of a silverish-black glint.
It’s poisonous!
How viscous! Not only was she carrying a silver weapon that’s vital to werewolves - which was understandable on the battlefield – but carrying one laced with poison was too much.
However, that probably wasn’t visible to the eyes of others. Since I was trained with Custodes, we also had a training session where we tried to be as familiar as possible with different deadly weapons and poi
