It had been almost two weeks since the attacks had begun.
The first wave had been across the territory at unpredictable points in the border defenses. While none of the attacks were particularly effective in causing any real damage to Winter as a whole, they had injured or killed many people. Several of the wounded had died before it was discovered that wolfsbane had been used.
Ashleigh had been lucky. Though she was unconscious for two days and bedridden for more than a week, she had survived. The wolfsbane had entered from the wound on her arm. It shouldn’t have spread as quickly as it did, but her shifting had moved it along in her system. By the time Bell found her, it had almost made its way into her heart.
She did as she was told. Bell made sure of it. But it was killing her to stay at home safe while her pack members were fighting on the borders.
