TENNA.
I stood there for a long moment, holding the vial and staring at the bracelet on my wrist.
Then I walked to the window and looked out at the estate grounds. Somewhere out there, wolves were planning my death. And somewhere else, apparently, other wolves were planning to help me survive.
I didn’t know which group was bigger.
The smart thing would be to tell the brothers. To wake them up right now and explain everything.
But something stopped me.
If I told them about Sera, they’d lock down the estate. Start investigating. And whoever was helping me—if there really was a “we”—would disappear. Or worse, get caught.
And I needed allies. Even secret ones.
I looked at the vial in my hand. Wolfsbane antidote. If someone was planning to poison me before the combat trial…
My stomach
