When Wolfsbane Blooms on Argent Land
My fated mate, Julian Crestwood, doted on his spoiled sister—a woman not of his blood, but one he treated as if she were.
She knew perfectly well I had a deadly allergy to concentrated wolfsbane.
Yet at the party in the penthouse, she deliberately led me to a terrace filled with its aerosolized mist.
Within seconds, my chest constricted with excruciating pain.
When I reached for my purification amulet, the blood ran cold in my veins.
It was useless.
I collapsed against the railing, gasping violently, my lungs burning as if they were on fire.
She crouched beside me and smiled.
"You're always so dramatic. It's just a little wolfsbane. You don't have to act like you're dying," she said softly.
"You're just too weak. It's time you unlocked some of that potential in your bloodline."
My eyes sought Julian, my vision already starting to blur.
"Julian," I choked out, my hand outstretched in a plea. "Get me a purification amulet. If I don't get one now, my wolf will die."
He frowned slightly.
"Don't you think you're overreacting?" he said coldly.
"I've never heard of anyone dying from a little wolfsbane. She's right—you're always using our bond to get attention. We finally get a night to ourselves, and you just had to find a way to ruin it."
My heart sank.
With the last of my strength, I threw open the emergency bloodline link to my mother.
"Mom," I cried out through our link, barely able to breathe.
"They're trying to hurt me... I'm dying."