"He's dying, you know. Your precious Lycan King. The poison will reach his heart by dawn. Only I know the cure."
Cold dread washed through me, but I refused to let him see my fear. Instead, I turned my back on him, returning to Marcus's side where he leaned heavily against a stone column.
"Don't listen to him."
Marcus said, though his voice sounded weaker than before.
"The way I see it, Alaric will always used lies as weapons."
But as I looked more closely at his wounds, I could see the unnatural darkness spreading outward from the gashes, veining through his skin like poison.
Miya had it too, and I'm sure to some the wolves who fought tonight had tge same poison running through their veins as well.
Miya had warned me, but seeing it with my own eyes was far worse.
"We need to get you to the healers."
I insisted, no longer willing to delay.
"Now."
Marcus didn't argue this time, allowing me and two of his warriors to help him toward the castle infirmary.
