The Cursed Hybrid King, Luna Slave
He extended his hand, and I gasped at the purplish-green traces.
I gingerly clasped his hand, murmuring, "What happened?!"
"I was hit with some sort of arrow." He chuckled weakly, wincing. I pulled back, but my gaze remained fixed on the dreadful wound.
It appeared as if he had been struck with wolfsbane infused with oleander. Wolfsbane was deadly to werewolves, stripping them of their abilities and leading to a slow death, especially for the stronger ones.
The weaker ones didn't stand a chance. Oleander, on the other hand, was a dangerous plant, lethal to us werewolves; mere contact with it could prove fatal, let alone being wounded by it.
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