Page 93 of Rescued By the Beast
"How did this happen?" Ethan asks.
"It was the wolves," I hiss. "Liam did this to him."
Ted lets out a low curse, runs his hand over his face, his eyes widening as it sinks in.
"The duel..." He clenches his jaw. "I was too focused on the attacks on the city and didn't think about it. Shit!" Ted roars, running his hand through his short hair.
I try to think, to help in some way. Every supernatural being has its weakness, something that weakens it, that acts like poison.
"Could it bewolfbane?" I ask hesitantly, letting the thought form slowly.
"Unlikely..." Ted hesitates, but shakes his head. "If Liam used that, he would also be contaminated upon contact with the plant.Wolfbanepoisons werewolves."
"It wasn't a silver cut," Balthazar says, frowning. "They usually use it against shapeshifters, but silver leaves whitish marks. It only slows down healing in the affected area, it doesn'tspread. When it comes into contact with a shapeshifter's skin, it creates a barrier, preventing the cut from closing.
Ethan keeps his eyes on Mark, assessing every detail of his condition.
"I need a blood sample. If I can analyse it, I can find out what's poisoning you."
"Great. How long will it take?" Ted stares at him.
Ethan lets out a shaky sigh, his shoulders tense.
"Maybe two days, if the analysis is quick."
"Two days?!" Ted growls. "He may not be alive by then."
Ethan just nods, his lips pulled into a tight line.
"I know, Ted. But it's the best I can do. Do you have a better idea?"
Silence weighs heavily between them, until something seems to click in Ted's mind.
"I'm going to get that information out of the wolves right now." His voice is a growl, and he makes a move to lay Mark's head on the grass so he can get up.
"You can't go alone." Ethan turns to him, grabbing one of his arms to stop him. "It's an entire clan against you, you won't get reinforcements, the sentries are still recovering. I left many wounded behind to come help Mark."
Ted runs his hand over his face in frustration.
Ethan speaks again.
"The only one who came out unscathed was Zephyra, but..."
"...she used up almost all of her essence and used what was left to bring us here," Ted adds, resigned.
Balthazar rummages through his enchanted bag and pulls out some herbs, as well as a pestle and mortar.
"I'll prepare another potion to slow the progression of the poisoning," says the wizard, already beginning to macerate the ingredients. "He'll need to take it every hour, but we don't know how long it will be effective. We need to find out what poison was used."
Something is hammering in my mind.
A detail that Mark told me. Something important...
The memory strikes me like a bolt of lightning.
I hold my breath and glance at the three men.
"What poisons a fae?"
