“They poisoned the well,” Daphne told Blade. "I made tea from the well water and he drank it."
Blade looked at the doctor and nodded, “Check him. Quickly.”
Arthur followed the other doctor and Blade came to Daphne. She explained how they figured it out, and his expression drew tight with annoyance.
“Damn rogues. Who knew they could be so crafty…”
It was worse than he imagined. The doctors had figured out that it wasn’t just any poison, but wolfsbane, a poison that was specifically cultivated to use against werewolves. Blade knew that it had been the poison of choice during the battle against vampires from all the stories of the war. Once a werewolf consumed enough, or if they consumed just a bit and were left untreated, they died. Treatment wasn't exactly difficult, but it took a lot
