EMILY'S POV
“Marco? What’s wrong? Where’s my mother?”
The phone shook in my hand. Rudy’s argument was forgotten, all I heard was the urgency in Marco's voice..
“The family wing now, please Alpha.”
I ran hastily, Rudy was a step behind me, his anger vanished, replaced by a grim alertness.
The door to my mother’s private sitting room was open, Marco stood just inside, his face pale. Two pack doctors were kneeling on the floor.
My mother was on the Persian rug, curled on her side, her favourite delicate teacup lay shattered beside her.
Her eyes were open, staring at nothing, a thin trickle of dark liquid, drippled from the conner of her mouth.
“No.” I screamed and stood rooted to the rug.
“Poison.” one of the doctors said, his voice hollow. “In her evening tea, wolfsbane was found l
