Werewolf Party- Heiress’s Revenge
Rain was my mate's childhood sweetheart. When she found out I'd been exposed to wolfsbane as a child, she slipped a trace amount into my mushroom soup.
The moment I swallowed it, a searing pain ripped through my chest. My powers drained away. My wolf howled inside me, thrashing in agony.
Panicked, I grabbed my flask — years ago, my father had collected sacred spring water that could neutralize wolfsbane, just in case.
But she had swapped that too. The flask was full of the same poisoned soup.
The blood drained from my face. Every ounce of strength left my body. I collapsed, clinging to the leg of my mate, Liam.
"Please — I've been poisoned. Wolfsbane. You have to help me — "
Liam hesitated.
But Rain crossed her arms and laughed. "Liam, your fiancée really is quite the actress. It's just mushroom soup. I've been a healer for years, and I've never seen anyone get poisoned from soup."
The other werewolves piled on. "Cut the act! Nobody gets poisoned from mushroom soup." "She's just jealous that Rain became a healer. She wants to ruin the celebration."
Liam's face went cold again. "Rain's a healer. If there was anything wrong with the soup, she'd know. You'll be fine."
I stopped begging. I spent the last shred of my energy reaching through the mind-link to my father — Alpha Hale of the Granite Pack.