~Valeria~
The square looked like someone had thrown a rave for death. Bodies everywhere, wolf corpses scattered across the stone like discarded trash. Blood filled the cracks between stones.
I'm never sleeping again. Like, ever. This is gonna haunt me forever.
Lysander was sprawled out on the ground with these black veins crawling up his leg like evil tree roots. Wolfsbane poisoning. But even while he was literally dying, he was still reaching for me, trying to grab my clothes.
"Valeria... don't come near me... the poison will get on you..." His voice came out all scratchy and hurt, and something in my chest twisted painfully.
He's worried about me. While actively poisoned. What is wrong with these boys?
I dropped to my knees next to him, already building up that golden power in my
