Engulfed with a short burst of white-gold light, Jenaveve screamed. Her back arched and her arms shot out as a gripping ache seized every muscle of her body. It felt like fire was pushing from her skin, seeping out of her pores in a searing sweat. And with it, an overpowering reek of wolfsbane stung her eyes, nose, and pricked her tongue in its mass exodus.
Rory was quick to jerk his head away from her, covering his nose. “Shít! My eyes are burning.” When she realized his words sounded muffled, far away, Jenaveve knew she was no longer in complete control of her body.
It wasn’t her wolf in charge, at least not yet. The wolfbane had been keeping it back. But now the poison had been forced out of her, dripping down her skin and wetting her clothes like a bad case of hot flashes, leaving h
