Elara’s POV
The gravel crunching under my boots was the only steady sound in the royal gardens as Cassian talked on about some old pack alliance.
I kept a soft, pleasant smile on my face, nodding at the exact right moments to keep him going. To anyone watching, we looked like two high-ranking wolves sharing a peaceful morning walk. But inside my head, I wasn't listening to a single word about alliances.
I was looking at the dirt path.
I remembered this exact walkway from my past life. I remembered how Cassian used to walk this path every Tuesday, always stopping near the western stone wall where the guards couldn't see well.
This was the exact path he used to sneak the poison into the palace, handing it off to the guards who slipped it into my water evening after evening. Every stone
