ISOLDE

It had been two days.

Two long, heavy days.

I hadn’t seen him. Not even a whisper from him. Not even from the pack’s doctor.

And then came the worst news... I heard the cook had died from poison.

What in the goddess’s name was happening inside this palace?

Who had I offended so deeply that they decided death was the only way to silence me?

The thought clawed through my chest, leaving me restless on the bed I had been confined to. My body had grown better, yes, but still too ...