If anything, the wolfsbane was a close call. He could’ve been shot with worse, but it was slowing him down. Maybe he’d think twice before running away again. He was 17, and he couldn’t wait for the 6 months before turning 18. He just needed to get out of there. When he accepted the bite, he didn’t think he’d be targeted so easily. He held onto his shoulder, coming across a large house. He looked up at it, and collapsed flat onto his back pack.