"A-alpha, no one in the kitchen would do that," the cook promised, clearly panicking. Ultimately, what happened in the kitchen was her responsibility, so she likely thought that I was going to blame her for anything that happened, though I knew that unless she was compliant, she couldn't have known, so it wasn't her fault. "Please, Alpha, none of my staff would do that."
I took my hand back from Blake, who felt like he had turned to stone. He felt guilty, and afraid. I had to admit that I did too. If I had found the person who had posioned him before, none of this would be happening. I couldn't let anything happen to Blake, nor anyone else in the Pack, but especially not Blake. I don't know what I would do if he died because I wasn't strong or smart enough to find out who was hurting him.
