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Three days later. Thorn. I jerk from the bed. The moment I wake up, I remember everything that happened the day before. I’m sure it’s morning time but I’m not sure what day it is. From the way the curtains in the room are blowing in with breeze, I’m sure it’s a new dawn. And I survived. For the first time, I fought for my life harder because this time; I have something to lose too. I look at my fingers and the poison is completely gone. It looks like I would have to give the wolf doctor and his apprentices a good raise for saving my life. Silver poison is a weapon used in the old times to take down the strongest of wolves. It is a different from Wolfsbane or any other poison that werewolves run from—although it has an antidote, it is still very dangerous because it has no scent. Wol