Liam’s POV
Jared is such a coward. I always knew he was ruthless, but to stoop so low as to use wolfsbane during a challenge? It’s pathetic. Even now, as I lie here, my body weak and my mind foggy, I can’t stop thinking about how desperate he must have been to cheat. He knew he couldn’t beat me fairly, so he resorted to poison—typical Jared.
The fight replays in my mind like a broken record. I remember the moment his teeth sank into my shoulder and the sharp, searing pain that followed. At first, I thought it was just a deep bite, but then the weakness set in. My muscles refused to obey, my vision blurred, and I could feel the wolfsbane spreading through my veins like wildfire. I tried to fight it, to push through, but it was too much. The last thing I remember is the look of triumph in
