I watched to say something else, but the wolf attached to me started to shake. At first I thought it was trying to tear out my throat, but I realized its jaws released and it was shaking still. I opened my jaws and jerked back, but the wolf just fell to the ground. The shaking grew in intensity, and then it started to foam at the mouth. It reminded me of a dog with rabies, but we couldn’t catch rabies.
“It’s the wolfsbane and silver.” Rowan’s voice caught me off guard, and I spun. He was standing behind me, watching the wolf. “I think the vials were to coat the teeth, as another weapon, but if they aren’t careful enough, and swallow some of the contents. This is what will happen. They boil themselves from the inside.”
I grimaced as I turned back. “It looks painful.”
“It is.” He nodded.
