I fished the fake poison from my pocket and laid it on the table between us, a temptation wrapped in hope. "It's twice as potent."

"Hm..." He picked it up, and I licked my lips, my mind spinning on what I could possibly tell him that would make him believe me when I still wasn't sure of the dosage and all the different ways it worked exactly on people like him. Wolf shifters. And on the fact that it was just moonshine mixed with harmless herbs and not real poison at all. The ...