Denzel’s POV
What Venessa revealed to me shattered something inside my chest.
King Fabian’s hostility toward me hadn’t come as a surprise I had always known he wanted me out of the way. But Tyrell? That betrayal struck deeper than I was prepared for.
Suddenly, everything aligned with brutal clarity.
Tyrell had been the one who poured the wine during that meeting. He had been the one who convinced us to pull over. And those wolves those scents that had lingered uneasily in my memory were unmistakable now. They belonged to Fabian’s Pack.
It explained why Tyrell hadn’t come to our aid when we were attacked. Why he hadn’t shown himself until Devon finally found us. And above all, it explained the impossibility of his recovery.
Foxglove poisoning was a death sentence without the antidote.
