Mira sat on the cold stone floor outside Ella’s chamber, her hands clutched in her lap, stained with the Luna’s fevered sweat. Her eyes were wide, her body trembling. Ella hadn’t moved since she collapsed—her breathing shallow, her skin pale as snow.The guilt was a gnawing thing inside her chest, clawing and howling louder than any wolf. She couldn’t eat. She couldn’t sleep. She could barely breathe without feeling like a monster.

I poisoned her. I did this.

Tears slipped down her ...