114. A Visitor

Layla held the silver chain with both hands and then looked up at Jackson. Jax, as Dylan kept calling him. It felt weird on her tongue because calling him by that name suggested they were closer than they were.

“Nothing? No tingles?” Jax asked.

“Nothing.”

Jax’s body relaxed as if he had been expecting the worst.

“This is one of the ways the Hunters like to torture us,” he explained as he took the chain from her with his bare hands.

She frowned at his words as she watched him place the chain back in the box he had brought up to the bedroom after her breakfast.

“How?”

“Silver poisons us. They use it as a test when they suspect someone is a werewolf,” Jackson answered. “It’s debilitating. It burns and goes into our systems. If we’re exposed to it for too long, it poisons our whole system, and our organs shut down. It’s a terrible way to die.”

Jackson said it casually, as if he were explaining how to bake a cake. She had to keep reminding herself that this was real; this was the life