“What?” Tristan and I said in unison.

To say I was shocked was the least of my worries. How crude was Leonardo to pin the issue on Tristan? It was now clear that the little boy I thought Leonardo was, is no more.

“Who is poisoned?” I yelled.

“Brother, after you left the training ground, I went back to test the blood that you vomited. And the result is that someone has been mixing the blood you feed with poisonous shifter blood,” Leonardo ...