Selene's POV
I tried to push Vanessa off, but my legs gave out, and I dropped to one knee. The poison Lisa used was working faster now. My chest was on fire, my head throbbed, and I couldn’t sense Nyra anymore. It was as if my wolf had been severed from me.
“Elara,” I whispered, glancing back at her.
She was still lying there, blood soaking through her clothes. Her chest barely moved, and the knife wound hadn’t closed which meant that she wasn’t healing. Not even a little.
Her lips were pale, her skin cold. She urgently needed help and I was running out of time.
The kitchen head moved again. Her eyes were empty, her steps slow but steady. She held the knife with both hands now, dragging it across the floor as she approached. Her obsession with Victor twisted her face into something
