**Grayson's POV**

I wake to pain.

Not physical---though my body aches like I've been beaten. But deeper. A hollow, burning weakness that spreads from my chest outward.

Arthur. My wolf is barely there. A faint whisper instead of a roar.

'Weak,' he manages. 'Poison. Still in our blood.'

Wolfsbane. Dad injected me with wolfsbane.

I force my eyes open. The room swims into focus slowly. My bedroom. Familiar ...