The Wannabe Warrior
Chapter 59

Madison POV

In the morning, I had breakfast with dad, very early and left him to catch up with the Alpha and other tasks he had planned.

I headed back to the monitor room.

It seems to be my go-to place at the moment.

I have so many small projects I want to complete before we head out to fight.

First, I checked the equipment I was experimenting with, and I was stuck. I just can’t see how to get that last bit right. This item was to go in our wolf form. When finished, it will stick to the inside of the wolf’s ear, out of sight, we will be able to hear and send information to the wearer, it will stay on the body when you shift, and that was the part that was stumping me. I can get it to stay on as you shift to a wolf, but it falls off when you shift back. After giving it another half hour, I put it aside, with so many packs involved in this fight, I thought if I made a communication device, it would make things a lot easier. But I am stumped. The idea of putting them on before they leave and shift is fine, but if they are captured or have to shift back to the human side, the device will be lost, unless they can pick it up without anyone seeing, but that is too risky.

Maybe the chemical in the ear of a wolf is different or maybe it is the fur that is in the ear.

I wonder if I can put it a little deeper in the ear, and see if that works.

Then push that idea away. I can’t risk it falling deep into the ear, yep, this one has me stumps for now.

I go and have a quick look at the monitors.

They are, as expected, quiet, except for the patrolling that we had got used to seeing. Even the cave that was smoking no longer had any sign that something had happened inside.

Leaving the monitoring room, I went outside to the small shed that I had set up for making the sleep potions and other little chemical ideas I had. One was like what the rogues were using. Although it is not just wolfbane on the nails, it will be silver as well, the solution seems to be blending well. I paint my toes to see how they react; it dries like nail polish would on my toes and it looks natural. I am happy with the result, my toes don’t tingle, which it would if the silver or wolfbane touched my skin. That is all I feel when these items touch me, so I know when someone is using those ingredients.

I just need to test it on someone.

And that someone had just entered the shed.

‘Sweetheart, are you okay?’ Zane asked me, concern laced in his voice.

‘Can I experiment on you for a moment?’ I asked sheepishly, avoiding his question.

‘Sure.’ He agrees, quickly, without even asking what the experiment was.

I lifted my foot and scratched him with my toes, before he could react to my sudden movement.

‘Ouch, what the? Madison, what did you do?’ he whines, rubbing his shin.

‘I have painted my toes with wolfbane and silver, let me see the scratch.’ I responded eagerly.

Zane pulled up the leg of his pants and showed me his skin. He had two good-sized cuts and b***d was streaming down his leg.

I lift his leg, wiping the b***d away to see the scratch, and am impressed. By now, our natural wolf healing will have healed these cuts and there is no sign of them even starting to heal.

‘Good, that worked.’ I said half to myself, and grabbed a solution that neutralised the mixture, and dabbed it on his leg and his quick healing had the cuts healed immediately.

‘That hurt.’ Zane complained, rubbing his leg where the cuts were.

‘Next time you might want to ask what experiment I am doing before you agree to be part of the testing.’ I laughed as I put the solution aside and removed the polish from my toe nails.

‘Have you made enough to paint all the warriors?’ Zane asked, looking around the shed at all the different things bubbling away or drying on racks.

‘Not yet, I have only made a small amount. Now that I know it works, I will make a larger batch and put it into bottles. They might have to be careful when applying it to the toes, maybe get one of the girls to do it, wear gloves just to be sure.’ I giggle at the visual I just had of men with a girl holding their foot and painting their toe nails, now that would be a sight to see.

‘What has you giggling, my sweet?’

‘The vision of a big burly warrior man having his toes painted by a little petite girl.’

Zane laughed at that visual and had to sit down before he fell down, wiping his tears of laughter out of his eyes.

‘Wow, I needed that visual, thanks.’ He says sarcastically.