Bran immediately dashed to where Craig was slumped on the muddy floors of the forest. He was groaning in pain as four arrows were embedded into his flesh.
“f**k! It’s burning my flesh!” He was gritting his teeth while the excruciating pain sipped through him.
While the others were busy fighting the shadows that attacked them, Bran was the one who helped Craig.
“I’m going to pull this arrow, it will hurt.” Bran reminded him.
“Just pull it.” Craig was baring his teeth, trying to control his emotions. He never felt this kind of pain before, it was getting into his mind.
The arrows were laced with poison, it’s not Wolfsbane but something much poisonous. Craig could feel his flesh was being consumed with fire. It was a trick to the mind. A poison that will make werewolf go crazy if not tre
