Chapter 10. Silver

June's POV

"Don't pull it," I said.

Garrick already had his hand on the bolt. He froze.

"It's barbed. Look at the shaft. Pull it out the way it went in, and you'll leave half the head inside him."

Ronan lay on his side on the gravel with his head on Brenna's folded jacket. His face had gone gray under the beard. Around the bolt, his shoulder had turned an ugly purple-black, and thin dark lines were creeping outward from it, like ink in water.

Silver poisoning. Fast.

"Maren's an hour away," Garrick said. "No human hospital would know what to do with silver in a wolf. We carry him to the trucks and drive."

"It'll reach his heart before you're halfway," I said. "I've seen it. Twice. Hunters who took silver in the Reach and tried to make it home."

Garrick looked at me. Really looked, for the first time. A man deciding whether to