Emma.
I was shaking. Standing before the council so soon after a tense meeting with King Drag just the previous day got me feeling like a black sheep.
“Do you even understand what you’ve done?” Drag’s voice was filled with cold fury as he placed the vial on the table, his eyes piercing through me. “This! She was trying to feed him the contents of this bottle!” he stated and looked at the rest of the men.
The council members muttered among themselves, leaning in to examine the vial as if it held some dark secret. One of them scoffed, "An expensive vial. Not something just anyone could get their hands on, is it?"
“And the silver covering,” another added, eyeing it with suspicion. “Silver. You know what that means for wolves, don’t you? Silver is lethal to werewolves. I don't see how th
