(Daciana POV)
Farkas’s eyes flickered black, then gold, then black again, and my wolf went still because the poison was speaking through him.
Tala crawled toward the fallen healer’s bag, her hands shaking but her mind still sharp beneath the terror in the hall.
“Wolfsbane slows the body,” Tala said, tearing open small bottles and smelling each one with desperate focus.
“But this is mixed with blood ash, feather root, and something older than any poison I have treated.”
Ashina laughed again, and I turned back to her with enough hatred to make her smile soften.
“You cannot cure what you do not understand,” she said, lifting her chin as if chains were beneath her dignity.
Conri walked toward us slowly, his face calm, but his fingers were bleeding where the poison had burned him.
“You
