“It was wolfbane,” I explain. “Somebody at my party tried to poison me with wolfbane.”
“Oh, you mean the party I wasn’t invited to?” She asked, raising her brows. “Happy birthday by the way.”
“You were invited,” I reminded her, my voice firm and slightly annoyed. “You said you wouldn’t be caught dead in Elysium.”
“Oh, right,” she said with a light laugh.
Rachel always had something against Elysium; she never told me why though. She just said that bears weren’t typically welcome in that region, despite me telling her that wasn’t true. I knew there was more to the story, but I never pried. She would tell me on her own time.
Rachel was also incredibly forgetful and would often forget former conversations. Such as her refusal to attend my birthday party.
“Who would poison you?” She
