Nadia’s POV:

The silver light pouring from my hands flickered. I felt my strength draining away with every second I spent healing him. But I didn’t care. Even running on fumes, I wasn't stopping until my mate was safe.

"Come on," I whispered, my voice dripping with desperation. "Please."

The wound on his back was halfway closed. I could see the poisoned edges burning off under my light. But no matter how hard I pushed, it wasn't enough.

The wolfsbane was still there, fighting my power and attacking his body.

Kane stumbled. I caught him before he hit the dirt. My arms buckled under his weight, but I refused to...