The wolfsbane hit me two hours into the Trial.
One moment I was running through the preserve, Luna's senses alive with a thousand scents—pine needles and wet earth and the faint, teasing trail of the pack token somewhere ahead. The next moment my nose filled with fire, my lungs seized, and I crashed to my knees, vomiting into the undergrowth.
Someone had poisoned the trail.
Not enough to kill me. Just enough to blind me—to strip away the wolf senses I'd been counting on, leaving me stumbling through forty acres of wilderness with nothing but human eyes and human instincts.
The forest spun around me. Trees became shadows. The moon became a smear of light through tears I couldn't stop. And somewhere in the compound, I knew Gianna Romano was smiling.
"Get up."
Luna's voice in my head—we
