Petal's Pov

The courtyard felt colder than usual too cold, considering the sun was already high. Wolves stood in tight clusters, whispering, the air thick with unease. The poisoning jar felt heavier in my hands with every step I took.

Aslaan had ordered everyone into the hall. No exceptions. Every warrior, every guard, every healer, every kitchen worker. They stood shoulder-to-shoulder beneath the massive roof, eyes darting anxiously.

I could feel their fear.

Not me.

But of the truth I was ...