One high-ranking werewolf after another fell to his knees.
Kieran stood amid the broken glass, black poison lines spreading over his jaw. Every breath carried the scent of cedar and blood. His gray tail lashed a deep mark into a stone pillar. Derek was waiting for him to attack the elders. If Kieran injured anyone, Derek would have the justification he needed to seize power.
I pushed myself off the floor.
"Kieran."
He turned toward me. His fangs pressed against his lower lip, and nothing familiar remained in his eyes. Mara shouted from behind me, telling me not to approach. My legs were shaking, and his pressure sent stabbing pain through my gland.
But I walked toward him anyway.
I took the medicine bowl from the evidence table and tapped it twice, just as I had in the townhouse.
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