Darrian's POV
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I didn’t leave Heather’s side all night. I held her hand as her skin grew colder, her breath shallower. My Luna—the strongest female I’d ever known—was fading. And I couldn’t do a damn thing about it.
The knock on the door came at dawn.
“Alpha,” Thalos called gently, voice laced with urgency. “We have the results.”
I stood, my body stiff from remaining still for hours, and met the healer in the hallway. His face was grim, and the folder in his hands shook.
“We were finally able to isolate the foreign toxin,” he said, flipping through the lab work. “It’s wolfsbane.”
My heart stopped.
“What?” I growled.
He nodded solemnly. “Not the usual kind, either. This strain was processed. Refined. Almost undetectable. We wouldn’t have known if we hadn’t tested three separate
