Brennan held him up as he cursed loudly, attracting the attention of Briccia and old Lidora.

The priestess’s eyes turned as blue as her wolf’s as she examined the wound.

“Silver bullet,” she murmured. “Do you feel very bad?”

“They wounded her... they wounded Rhiannon...” was all Aidan could mumble, his eyes wild.

“Calm down, she’s healing,” Briccia assured him, and his face took on a strange calmness. “But this is only the beginning. This means they’re already hunting her.”

Aidan’s jaw tightene