HERO POV
We left a few hours later. Cyrus had spent the night as a wolf, and we were hoping that being a wolf would help his body get rid of the serum. Unfortunately, it seemed like the drug had also affected him as a wolf.
I began to doubt my initial assessment of his wolf. Perhaps I had overestimated its strength. But such thoughts were pointless now. The damage was done. Elliot had made it unmistakably clear that we had pushed him too far by making decisions he had nothing to say about. He wanted us gone by morning, and there was no turning back.
Boston was walking on his own with a limp but he wasn't at full strength. Zara’s wolf was right at the surface, but she wasn't taking full control. Kristina was still pissed. In the end, we were all a f*****g mess, but we kept a tight format
