My blood runs cold. Did Keal just say Kei wouldn’t be able to feel me if he drank that herb?
That’s when it clicks.
I remember the hill—the small weird bottle Kei pulled out and drank from. Afterward, something changed. His eyes… they weren’t their usual warm green or the golden glow of his wolf. They were empty and the way he spoke to me—it wasn’t him.
Could it have been the same drink?
If so… what is Keal trying to do? Destroy our bond?
My mind races as I recall spotting a small bottle inside the drawer while I searched for the key. Curiosity gets the better of me. From where I’m hiding, I carefully ease the drawer open. My hand moves blindly past cold pens and smooth paperweights until my fingers brush against cool glass.
The bottle.
My heart pounds as I close my hand around it a
