Quinn closed her eyes momentarily, silently collecting herself before beginning, ‘it’s about Esme’ she said, her voice coming out strong and assured despite the slight tremble to her hands that were clasped in her lap.
Patterson leaned closer, his expression darkening, not speaking but his attention was solely on the she wolf across from him.
‘I, that is, we’ she amended, indicating between herself and Hudson, ‘think she’s being poisoned.’
The werewolves around them stiffened, ‘what? How?’ Celia asked, glancing at her husband who moved closer to her, encircling her stomach protectively.
Quinn’s shoulders fell slightly, ‘wolfsbane’ she explained quietly, ‘we think it’s being added to her food or drink, she’s been injecting it for a while.’
Celia shook her head in horror, Patterson, cle
