Chapter 62. An Enemy Exists

Zion POV

I felt her slump against my back after pulling the trap from her legs. My eyes were trained on the open flesh, and I was worried because it wasn’t healing. I brought the trap to my nose and took a sniff out of it, and I could smell little traces of wolfsbane and poison on it. That was why she wasn’t healing.

I stood up and lifted her gently into my arms, taking extreme care not to touch the exposed wound where her leg was barely hanging onto her body. The wound of my stomach, where she was clutching me, had started to heal, unlike hers, but they were the least of my worries.

I picked up the trap as well so that Elena will be able to look at it and find out what kind of poison was used on the trap.

I know this wasn’t just a coincidence like I would have hoped, but it wasn’t possible for traps meant for wolves laced with wolfsbane and poison to be lying around in the forest.

The question I had was why and how it was there because