Zenna clenched her fists as she stared at Radulf's unconscious body. His skin was marred with wounds, not large ones, but enough to shake her deeply.
Doctor Josiah worked quickly beside the bed, his brows furrowed in deep concentration. After examining the wounds and drawing a sample of blood, he looked up gravely.
"A poison was used on Alpha Radulf," he announced.
Zenna's eyes widened. "What do you mean?" she asked.
Josiah nodded toward the deep cut along Radulf's ribs. "I believe someone laced their claws or fangs with a slow-acting toxin. It wasn't enough to kill him instantly, but just enough to weaken him. He must have been too focused to notice the symptoms as they crept in."
"It's possible," Savio stepped forward from the shadows of the room. "Radulf never once fainted after a fight… not even during wartime. Whatever this is, it was planned."
"Who could it be except for the Alpha King?" Zenna muttered. Her insides were burning with a rage, which was hard to explain.
