Chapter 24

• Gwen's POV
• As Jason kept on licking my harmed leg, I saw his tongue was scorched by the wolf's blight. Concern grasped me, and I delicately put my hand on his cheek, encouraging him to stop. "Jason, you really want to quiet down," I said, my voice loaded up with a blend of torment and assurance. "I'll be fine, however your tongue… we can't gamble with it. It's being singed by the wolfsbane"
• His eyes were loaded up with dread and stress, his feelings crude and unmistakable. "I can't quiet down, Gwen," he answered, his voice shudder. "We really want to track down a specialist, presently."