Dawn bled red across Ironhowl's stone battlements.
Inside the war hall, the air was heavy with ash and whispered blame. Healers moved in silence, treating warriors still reeling from the wolfsbane's bite. Outside, the clan murmured—too many falling sick. Too many fingers pointing toward one cell.
Kael stood at the ramparts, arms braced on the cold stone.
“Alpha," Rowan said behind him, “there's something you need to see."
Kael didn't turn. “Is it about her?"
Rowan stepped forward and placed the arrowhead on the wall beside him.
Kael's eyes narrowed. “Bone-Fang alloy."
“They were seen near the river."
“That proves little."
Rowan hesitated. “It proves someone else had motive. And access."
Kael's jaw ticked. “You think I want to doubt her? You think I haven't replayed every word she
