Aconite

Three pairs of eyes turned at the same time, making me gasp. I’d seen the eyes on the wolves during the gathering, but none of them looked like that.

Not only that, but these three smelled like death. I’ve been around enough dying people to know that scent. It’s not something that disappears from your mind.

Yellowed teeth snapped at me, as if to warn me to leave them to their prey.

“Ro…. Sa,” my voice fell weakly from James’ lips, “Jus…. Go.”

The wolf standing on James back stepped towards me, narrowing it’s milky white eyes. He appeared soulless and a shiver snaked down the length of my spine.

My fingertips carefully unscrewed the lid to the water bottle filled with poison. A puff of compressed smoke curled out from the top, making the wolf in the middle growl. The moment the sound left his lips, the other two turned their attention to me, leaving James to lie helpless in the dirt.

The liquid rippled ominously in the bottle due to my shaking hands. I didn’t have a plan when I decided