Nyx's POV
"Someone get the healer!" one of them shouted.
"No." I stepped forward. "Let me try."
Every warrior in that yard turned to stare at me. Suspicion in their eyes.
"Her?" A tall warrior with a shaved head stepped between me and Brennan. "You want the Lake Pack traitor touching him?"
"Move aside, Dex," Warrick said.
"She could be the one doing this to him. To all of us." Dex didn't budge. "Her pack's magic is behind this curse. You said so yourself."
"I said move."
Dex held his ground, glaring at me with open hatred. Then he stepped aside, but barely. I had to brush past him to get to Brennan, and I saw his hand drift to his blade as I passed.
I knelt beside them. Brennan was still fighting, muscles straining against Warrick's hold. Up close, I could see the sweat beading on
