Chapter 38

Elara's POV

"Well, fine," Kyra said, her voice a reluctant growl.

I stepped out into the cool night air at the hotel's front entrance, but instead of relief, a restless heat rippled through my veins—hotter, sharper than before. The haze-smoke's toxin was working deeper than I'd anticipated, its claws sinking into my blood.

The smoke mixed with witch potion has limited my wolf self-healing ability.