RASMUS’S POV
One thing I knew was that the werewolf who poisoned me lived in the mansion with me. It could be one of the chefs, the maids, or even the guards. I still wondered why anyone living with me would want me dead.
The only werewolves that should want me dead were my rivals, not the werewolves who lived under the same roof with me. I had been eating meals that contained poison for a long time, and I didn’t know.
“You should get tested,” I said to Maya.
“Tested?”
“Yes. We need to know if they’ve also been feeding you slow poison,” I muttered. I lacked what it would take to speak in a high tone.
“I’m fine, I don’t need to.”
“You need to,” I insisted.
“Fine.”
It would be best for her to start treatment on time if she had also been fed slow poison. Only the test could tell if s
