Lysander’s POV
Leon let out a deep chuckle at my words, the sound echoing through the stables like I’d just told the most ridiculous joke.
“An intruder, Lysander? You can’t be serious. No one gets into Howl Hollow unnoticed—especially not now.”
I didn’t smile.
My jaw tightened instead.
“I’m serious, Leon,” I said, my tone clipped. “I found a piece of fabric caught on a nail in one of the stalls. It doesn’t belong to anyone here. Someone was in those stables… and they poisoned your horses.”
Leon shook his head, though the amusement in his eyes began to fade.
“You know how tight security is,” he insisted. “Guards on the perimeter. The pack house is always manned. No one just walks in.”
Frustration flared in my chest.
“I’m not making this up,” I snapped, taking a step closer. “If it
