Lysander’s POV
The crown had just been brought in by the elders. As tradition demanded, we all rose to our feet as a sign of respect for the throne.
Almost immediately after Rebecca stood, she slumped back into her seat. In the blink of an eye, she shifted, her clothes ripping away as she growled in frustration. Without being told, I knew she had been spiked; her body twisting and turning was the result of her system fighting the poison spreading through her veins.
I swung into action, lifting her and rushing her out of the room before she shifted back and left her bare body exposed to the entire pack. We reached her room, and I carefully laid her on the bed. Just as I had feared, she shifted back to her human form once her body finally calmed.
“What is wrong with her?” my mother asked
