Lyra crossed to him immediately.
Tarek set the box down and removed the first packet in the line. He carefully undid the red twine, exposing a fine powder that smelled faintly bitter and almost metallic. Lyra leaned over it, hands braced on the table as he held the powder out to her, and forced herself to breathe slowly while she thought.
It wasn’t the poison killing her mate, but there was likely a similarity in the compounds. Healers tended to have a signature. Lyra couldn’t tell from smell alone, but she could feel it. “This is what was put into our food?”
Tarek nodded. “Not all at once. Small amounts. Mixed into broth, watered wine, even tea if there was any. Enough to keep the wolves down without making the body fail. I believe someone was sent each day to retrieve one of these cra
