Dominic's POV
"GET THE PACK DOCTOR NOW!" I roared, cradling Antalya's unconscious form against my chest. Her breathing was shallow, labored, and her lips were already turning blue. "MOVE!"
My beta, Marcus, came running. "Alpha, what happened?"
"Wolfsbane poisoning," I said through gritted teeth, already feeling the burn starting in my own throat. "Get Dr. Harrison. Tell him it's critical. GO!"
The moment I'd raised that glass to my lips, I'd smelled it – the distinct bitter scent of concentrated wolfsbane mixed with other toxins. My little wildcat had actually done it. She'd poisoned me, then drunk the same poison herself just to ensure I'd consume it.
Brave, stupid, infuriating woman.
I laid her on my bed, not trusting anywhere else. Her skin was clammy, her pulse weak under my fing
