Irina’s POV
The silence was a physical weight, thick and suffocating. I could feel their stares—disbelief, confusion, a dawning, terrifying awe. My own heart was a frantic drum against my ribs, not from fear of the poison, but from the terrifying unknown of my own body.
“Theia?” I called, hoping she could shed some light on what the hell happened.
No wonder she didn’t stop me.
Aiden was the first to move. He took a slow, deliberate step forward, his gaze locked on the flower in my hand. His expression was no longer just shocked but fiercely, protectively curious.
"It can't be," he murmured, more to himself than to anyone else. He reached out, not for me, but for the wolfsbane itself. His intent was clear—he needed to confirm its potency, to prove that what I was holding was real.
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