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11. Darkest Hearts i
~ To add insult to injury, Sven was sick.
This was an unknown phenomenon for him because werewolves do not get sick. Unless, of course, it involved poison. In his case, he was sure that was not the case.
Sven had tried every remedy he could think of for wolfsbane poisoning. None of them worked. All the indicators he used to detect any other possible poison came back negative. If it were not for the constant throbbing pain pulsing through his body, or the fevers that caused him to hallucinate, he would have thought he was fine.
His hallucinations involved a wolf. A massive black werewolf that was insusceptible to shadow magic. He saw the wolf when he was asleep and he saw it in the shadows when he was awake. With the wolf came the images of his defeat playing in a loop. The memory of the taste of fear t
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