21 - The Winner

SOFIA

Maverick rolled over in pain. I stuck my face against the bars, wanting to go down and help him out but I knew that wasn’t possible. The guards wouldn’t let me out until the fight was over and one of them was dead.

“Maverick,” I whispered.

A normal vampire bite is like a scratch for a werewolf especially an Alpha, I’d been drinking Maverick’s blood on several occasions and there was never a problem but I knew that Talon had some Werewolf poison, possibly Wolfsbane laced over his fangs so it was no wonder it would cause a lot of damage to him.

Despite what Talon had just done, I watched in surprise as Maverick stood up and took his stance again. His fist was turning an ugly shade of purple, and it shook slightly. His blood had to be clotting there. I was surprised to see him not making a big deal out of it when I knew he must be in a lot of pain.

That was Talon’s game. To use wolfsbane to distract Maverick enough to make him weaker and then to eventually kill him.

Right now, I di