Alpha Orion
“Unlike other Lycans, silver isn’t fatal to us; nothing is...” he trailed off, eyes snapping to hers. “Except one poison,”
“Kronuvitch.”
***
“What kind of poison is that? I don’t think I’ve ever heard of it,” Rey mused, her nose scrunching up in a small frown.
Orion let out a low, dark chuckle, one that rumbled like distant thunder as he stepped closer to her.
“It’s made using knowledge of the dark arts,” he said, his voice dipped in something ancient and unsettling. “Only a handful of people alive can craft it or have knowledge of its existence.”