One of the smaller vials of wolfsbane from the hunter's hideout I'd chosen to keep tucked in my backpack on the travel back to the city. Vrika had gotten used to ignoring my choice back then, but growled in frenzy when I pulled it out from the black clutch.
> It's fine. I'm not splashing it on us. Hopefully. <
I'd emptied the bag of most of the money I was carrying and stored it in a hiding spot within the apartment. But fortunately… I didn't expect leaving one of my few anti-werewolf weapons behind would have done me much good.
"This is one of those times I dislike being right."
Keeping it shoved in my handbag like any woman would keep lipstick would now provide me… options. The liquid sloshed as my hand clutched the vial - and I imagined I could already feel the hostile energy radiating from it through the glass.
