IRIS
Ronan was still in wolf form and his massive body was staggering through the heap of bodies and blood. When I looked closely, I could see he was covered in wounds. Not a single part of his coat was unharmed. The gashes were not healing and I knew something was wrong. It was those claw extensions that the warriors were wearing.
Wolfsbane Zorya whispered. It’s concentrated wolfsbane. They were targeting him. The whole time, they were targeting him.
Ronan took another step forward, painfully shifted back to human form and then fell forward face first. I did not think as I was already running towards him. I reached him before anyone else did, dropping to my knees beside his wounded body.
"Ronan." I called sobbing. "Ronan, look at me. Look at me!"
He did not look at me. His eyes wer
