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Chapter Fifty-Nine: Mistletoe

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Alessia's POV:

Mistletoe.

The word lands like a blade to my chest.

For a second, my breathing seize. The air feels thick, charged, like storm before the thunder breaks. The kind of storm that doesn't just ruin crops - but takes lives.

I stare at Cyre, the way her eyes shimmer in the light, her voice still echoing in my ears.

War.

Sharona is bringing war to Greenwoods.

Everything inside me tightens. Even Kaya, my wolf stirs violently inside me, sensing the threat.

Derek, is the first to snap out of the confusion.

"What do you mean mistletoe?" Derek demands, stepping forward, protective instincts already flaring.

Cyre doesn't look away from me. That look - like I know something. That I could do something.

"It's a Hallucinogenic. And also a poison. To wolves," she says quietly. "Used to weaken the mind and body of wolves when inhaled in high concentration...."

Derek cut her off. "I know what a mistletoe does. What I want to know is how is it got in the air?"

Cyre shrug. "Magic. Dark mag
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