Maggie's POV:

"Is it done?" Debby asked once I stepped out of the tent.

She was breathless, and her hand was bloody, as well as the knife she was holding.

A shiver went down my spine as I composed myself. There was no doubt that she was a heartless killer when it came to those she wanted revenge on. How could she easily stab the very mate who was the father of her unborn child?

I did know she was going to watch him partake of the poisoned whiskey, but what I didn't see coming was ...