#Chapter 167: The Potion

Kayla Jade blinked, surprised. “A witch?” she repeated. I tightened my grip on her wrist, ignoring the pain in my throat as I forced more words out. “Do you… know one?” She hesitated, then gave a small nod. “Yes. There’s one in the pack. She’s the one who taught me what I know.” I pulled in a ragged breath, wincing at the fire that spread through my chest. Every movement, every breath, every word felt like torture. But I needed this. I needed a solution. “Bring her,” I rasped out. The words scraped against my damaged throat like broken glass. “Now.” “For what?” “Bring her,” I commanded. Jade looked at me, then at the brace around my throat, and realization seemed to dawn on her. Partially, anyway. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. Nicholas wouldn’t—” “I am your Luna,” I interrupted, holding back a cough. I hated using my position this way, hated the flash of hurt that crossed my friend’s face. But I was desperate. “Bring her to me.