Turned

**Estelle's POV**

I studied Alpha Cedric's hands. They looked fine, didn't even have a single scratch.

Then I turned to Doctor Gordon, trying to come up with an answer.

"This is very strange." He rubbed his chin occasionally, still studying Alpha Cedric's hands. "Where did you get the poison?"

"Here." Alpha Cedric pointed at an area in his right hand.

I was not very a good observer. But I watched that point with focus. And still, I found nothing. Was he lying? I was sure he was not lying.

“You should have been seriously injured from that poison. And even though you won't die, since they've been crippled, at least your hands will leave scars.”

Alpha Cedric frowned in surprise. "Really?" He checked his hands. "But it's fine."

"Yeah, and that's what confused me."