ISABELLE
Violet was sobbing, and there was nothing I could do to help her. A few minutes earlier Garrett's minions had come to give us “dinner”: some stale bread, not even enough for one of us, and a nice pair of wolfsbane darts.
They had not taken kindly to the news that Violet had been able to warn Reiner, so they had decided to fix the problem at the very root. I had barely managed to intercept the dart aimed at her: most of the poison it was drenched in had ended up in my system, but some must have remained on the dart, because thin dark veins were beginning to unravel from the wound on her upper arm.
“It hurts so much ...” she cried, and I hugged her tightly. With that umpteenth dose of poison in my system, I had failed to maintain my wolf form - with the result that we were both f
