*Varek*
Fiona's fur shimmers away as she turns back into her human form, lying in a pool of blood. The black sheen of the poison already threads through her veins, racing up her arms, pulsing at her throat.
“No,” I drop beside her. My hands shake as I press against the wound, hot blood sliding through my fingers.
Lucian's body lies nearby. My wolf wants to rip him apart, but he's no longer breathing. No blood pools beneath his body, nor the few that are behind him. They're just dead. There's the scent of flint against rock, but no fire nearby. Just beyond Fiona's outstretched hand is a vial of antidote. I grab it, wrench it open, and lift her head, pouring it down her throat and coaxing her to swallow.
Goddess, please, let it not be too late. The stench of Lucian's poisoned blade li
