CHAPTER 010
STORM’S POV:
“A hunter's dagger, huh? Very pretty,” he was staring at the dagger with curiosity while I gawked at him with shock, fear, and anxiety all mixed up in one.
How was he alive?
How was this possible?
He should be dead.
Questions rank in my head as I watch him, frozen in place.
I've never messed up a mission before. I always had my facts right. Silver could kill a werewolf; wolfsbane in small doses could paralyse them, but in high doses, it could also kill. And I knew that I dumped the whole bottle in his drink and watched him gulp every drop. And let's not forget the f*****g mountain ash. How did he get past it?
That was impossible.
So impossible.
As I gazed at his distant expression, I decided I couldn't wait one more second to figure out this bizarre
