"Nothing!" I cried, turning to look at the drop which would kill even an immortal. "Nothing, Saint! My father didn't know we grew it. My mother's people brought the herbs with them from Norway, planting them all over the mountain to increase the alpha's calmness. It simply suppressed his need to kill everything and the rage that drove it!" I tore my eyes from the ground, looking back at his angry face.

"Why do they always look down? It only increases the fear they feel at dangling ...