At the sound of Jamil’s name, Drake’s eyes cut to Lucian. The wolf within him roused, tense and sharp. He finally understood. Elena was standing here not because she wanted to. She had been forced. She had been threatened.
Elena’s eyes locked onto his. Her voice was cold and steady.
“Where’s the medicine?”
Her words struck harder than claws. Silence settled around the table.
"Was that not your aim in bringing me here?" she asked, her voice untouched by emotion. “To drug me? I’ve poured the wine. Bring the medicine.”
Lucian froze. The pack sat motionless around the table, eyes flickering from Drake to Elena, waiting for the first to stir.
Lucian’s boot found Drake’s leg beneath the table, the kick was pointed and deliberate.
“Drake,” he growled softly. “Surely you’re not still nursin
