Callista’s POV~~

“Poisoned by who?” Tristan probed in his Alpha voice, which sent a cold shiver down my spine, and I could see fear written over everyone’s face as gazes traveled from one person to the next.

The once lively atmosphere in the lounge took an abrupt turn, like a balloon suddenly deflating. A hush fell over the pack members, and all eyes locked on the maid at the entrance.

It felt as if time stood still, each passing second stretching out like a taut rubber band. The air in the room grew heavy, as if a storm were brewing beneath the surface. The silence hung like a thick fog,...