en

ur bedroom, carrying a clay bowl of crus

ael's presence wrestling against the bitter

bedside crate and pulled b

omach, his breathi

dscape of brutal strength, mapped with old combat scars. But right at the base of his spine, ove

ify a werewolf's innate healing factor and kill the Inner W

were

ancient White Wolf acupuncture art. The silver

the hot water, dried

his thick wrist, a violent spark of electricity shot

sical surge of

tle, and channeled a thread of my White Wolf spiritua

silver residue. It had completely severed the neur

of poison, at the very core of his s

retreated into a deep, defensive hiber

ough my chest, di

" I whispered under my

lfsbane bark and crushed wintergreen roots

using a hot cloth to wipe away th

ade contact with the blackened sca

p tore from

ders, leaning down to anchor him against the mattress. "Hus

White Wolf energy through my pal

gradually loosening as the cooling sensati

of his jaw covered in dark stubble, h

with a damp cloth to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

lightly across the

used hand shot up with terrifying speed an

e bone in my wrist groa

reath catching

gray eyes that burned with raw fury, feral sus

was a