Rose
Jolene writhes on the floor. The bleeding from her eyes and ears has stopped, but the scratching hasn’t. She has cried so much that her voice is no longer audible. She is no longer begging Dolly to stop; instead, she is acting like a crazy woman, thrusting around, pulling her hair that is now falling off.
I know how bad silver is to a wolf; it causes severe pain, and wolfsbane is poison to a wolf. It causes one’s nervous system to be on high alert and a severe allergic reaction, which later turns to shock. And Dolly combined the two and added the extra. At this point, I can’t even tell what the extra is.
Dolly isn’t someone to be messed with. She handled Jolene without so much as using brute strength.
“Will she die?” I find myself asking. Jolene is in the worst state I have ever
