Lyla
Lenny's body suddenly arched beneath my hands, a gasp escaping his lips as the poison fought back.
I pushed harder, humming words in a language I didn't consciously know – they seemed to come from somewhere deeper than memory.
The blue light intensified, enveloping the entirety of Lenny's body. I could feel the strength of the poison weakening under the assault of my pure energy. I could feel his Lycan responding; it seemed to be growing stronger.
Instinctively, I placed one hand over his heart and the other on his forehead, creating a circuit of energy. The blue light pulsed in rhythm with his heartbeat, growing brighter with each pulse. Within that light, I could see the poison's final resistance—a dark knot gathered near his heart, the source of the infection.
