Wilder's POV
"You poisoned the queen!" I growled, latching my fingers onto Rosemary's neck and I hurled her across the room.
She let out a cry, falling to the ground with a thud. But her pain didn't stop me. I marched over to her— ready to s***h her head off her neck, but I was stopped by Hershel.
"Move!" I snarled, my whole self shrouded in anger. At that moment, I wanted nothing else but to send Rosemary to the very deep ends of hell. "Uncle..." I grunted.
"YOUR QUEEN IS IN PAIN!" Herself shouted at the top of his voice, staring at me deadpan. "SHE'S SUFFERING!" He pointed his finger at Blue, and with the anger in me fading away, I turned around.
My heart ached at the sight before me. Blue had vomited once more, into the bowl Hershel had provided. She looked worn out and totally
