“Elzbieta has a potion that will ease the effects of the curse but won’t lift it,” George told him. “It’s too late for that. They’ve already killed a human in the form of the beast.”
They began to retrace their steps to the wagon. “Then what good is this potion if it will not lift this curse?”
“It helps to keep the urges of the beast at bay,” Elzbieta explained, “and it may help to keep them from going into the change between the moons.” She shrugged her shoulders. “This isn’t something I have experience with, but”—she took a quick glance at George—“those cursed who have taken it have shown good results with controlling the fury incited by the beast within.”
Utu breathed a sigh of relief. “Then my son has taken this potion and will be safe back amongst his people.”
“No, shaman,” Eli sa
