Scarlett (Second Edition)
Bianca shook her head quickly, looking alarmed.
“Nothing, Alpha. It’s the usual batch from the cellar. Luna Scarlett selected it herself,” she replied, but her words didn’t sit right with me. I could feel something was off. This wasn’t just wine. There was a thickness, a darkness to it, as if something had been mixed in—wolfsbane, perhaps. The thought chilled me. Wolfsbane was designed to dull our senses, to make us weak, unable to link, unable to feel or think clearly. Someone was trying to ensure we weren’t at our best tonight.