The poison was already in the room before anyone noticed the wine tasted different.I knew something was wrong the moment Kael’s fingers tightened around his goblet.Not fear.Not suspicion.Instinct.The council chamber felt too still. Too careful. Even the torches burned low, like they were holding their breath.“Do not drink,” Kael said quietly.But it was too late.Darius had already swallowed half his cup.Across the table, Elder Thorne did not move.He did not drink.He did not blink.He simply watched.My heart began to pound.“Seal the doors,” Kael ordered.Guards rushed to obey, but Thorne lifted one thin hand.“Is this necessary, Alpha?” he asked, voice smooth as oil. “We are discussing peace.”Peace.After forged sigils. After border attacks. After a summoning howl from beyond our lands.“Peace does not require sealed wine,” I said.Thorne’s eyes shifted to me.Cold. Measuring.“You suspect me, Luna?”“I suspect everyone,” I replied.Darius coughed suddenly. A harsh, dry so
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