Twirling the aluminum arrowhead between my thumb and forefinger, I refrain from hissing out in pain as it burns and peels my delicate flesh off. Yep, wolf's bane. Even if I was turning to a Lycan, that thing could still hurt me like a b***h.
I let the weapon go and it falls down to the wet forest floor beside my feet. Even though it's no longer near my sight, I could still see the crest of the werewolf hunters, which was a tiny wolf's bane, at the fletching.
So, it means everyone was right to judge the hunters. Somehow, their weapons are being used in ambushing smaller packs and kidnapping she-wolves. Either they have a hand in it, or they have traitors in their midst.
I have been helping Reagan in the past few weeks with the investigation, and so far, we still aren't able to catch any
