Chapter One Hundred and Forty Nine

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY NINE

I can’t talk in my animal form and I have no plans of shifting to my human self to start up a verbal fight. The scar on Arista’s face is interesting though.

I just huff, mockingly, at the sight of her.

However, I know that my odds, which had been so-so when just facing Mara, have drastically fallen when facing both of them. I can feel the wolfsbane in my system. It’s from the arrow.

But while I can feel it burning, the pain and agony from last time isn’t there.

Damien’s blood.

He fed it to me when he rescued me.

He said it might counteract against any poison I would have been given.

Did that hold for wolfsbane as well?

I can’t dig out the arrow stuck inside of my shoulder but I can grit my teeth and bear the pain. This is about protecting Damien and keeping Mara away from him.

Arista’s mouth is still moving as she comes to stand next to Mara, and I can tell that the two of them know each other.

I guess trash attracts trash.