Salome was exhausted. She had been working day and night to perfect the antidote, but although she was almost done, the weight of her responsibilities was getting to her.
The North and West would soon be attacked. Although they would be defending the people, some would inevitably get infected and start losing their wolves. Staring at the blue liquid in a test tube, the witch knew this would be their last chance to help the victims.
If she made a mistake, it would cost lives.
“I brought you lunch,” Joaquin said, not bothering to knock anymore as he strolled inside with a tray. She was too tired to object. Already healed after his torture in the East, he was devilishly handsome, and she had to stop thinking about him. This was neither the time nor the place.
“I am not hungry,” she said a
