Viola and I spent the rest of the evening talking, though “talking” might be generous. She reluctantly dragged every detail out of me about Oliver, but I still couldn’t bring myself to tell her he’s my mate, or that we mated. Instead, she told me everything she knew about the Lobar Pestilence.
It starts with a cough. Harmless at first, which is why it is so easy to dismiss. However, by the time blood appears, it’s already too late. The disease destroys the lungs from the inside, burning through its victims until there’s nothing left to save.
When it first appeared, it tore witches and wolves apart. Many believed it had been created using dark magic to weaken wolves, because they outnumbered witches and were physically stronger. It didn’t help that witches seemed to have a better survival
