The poisoning investigation threw the castle into complete chaos.
Three nobles had fallen ill that night. Lord Brennan died within an hour, his body unable to fight the concentrated wolfsbane. Lady Cordelia survived but was left weak and sick. Lord Thaddeus was still in critical condition, the healers working around the clock to save him.
One dead. Two barely alive. And one Alpha King who was furious, paranoid, and trusting absolutely no one.
The castle became a prison. No one could leave without permission. Guards patrolled every corridor. Interrogations continued day and night.
Every servant who'd touched wine that evening was questioned. Every kitchen worker. Every person who'd been anywhere near the great hall.
