It wasn't working.
Holding back a sigh of frustration, Isadore stifled a yawn and continued to cleanse the wounds with the soothing serum she had prepared during the night.
There was no other way than to continue and hoping for the blessing of the Moon, because Isadore had physically done everything in her power already, drawning on every ounce of her in-depth knowledge of poisons but, despite her desperate efforts, nothing seemed to be working.
The werewolf's heart was still beating.
Very slowly though.
Too slowly.
Yet not a single moan had escaped its jaws.
The reflection of pain in her sunken red eyes was the only sign that she was still alive.
“Isadore..?”
Uncle Viktor's reaction to finding her tending to the werewolf, that still had the rogue smell on her, made Isadore hold b
