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AARON

"Rory!" I shouted, following behind. I wasn't going to let her face the witches alone! But the witches weren't doing anything. Instead, they just looked at her with confusion in their eyes.

"Who are you?" one of them asked.

"It was me who put an antidote vial in your dinner and made it taste bland. I'm sorry for that," she straightened her shoulders. "Wendell was poisoning you."

"I knew it," said the witch we heard seconds ago. "Poison ivy and nightshade."

Chloe nodded breathlessly. "We have more antidote. We can give it to you and help your kind heal." The witches were now listening attentively.

"All I ask is that you return to our pack mansion and help us. We're under attack by Wendell and his hunters. We need your strength."

"What do we gain from this? Otherwise, you won't give us the antidote?" Chloe threw our entire stock to them. I almost shouted, but I kept my composure.

"That's yours," she said. "I would never hide it from you. You deserve to be whole. I just want you to