Chance was almost to the top step, when he began to stumble, taking a knee, making me race down the last couple of steps to help him. As I threw his arm around my shoulder to help him stable himself, I asked him, “What happened to you?”
“It’s nothing.” Chance said, before he gave out a grunt of pain as I tried to help him to his feet.
“Don’t lie to me. I can clearly see that something happened to both you and Chase. Was it the rogue wolves? I heard your grandmother say something about wolfsbane.”
Chance remained silent, as I helped him the rest of the way up the stairs and down the hallway to his bedroom. It wasn’t until I laid him down on his bed, did I see the black veins running down his arms, through dried blood that coated his flesh.
Running to the adjacent bathroom, I grabbed
