A Coward's Cyanide, A Son's Courage

ROMAN

The prisoner sat before us, trembling as his information about Vincent Blackwood poured out. With each revelation, my wolf grew more restless, sensing we were finally closing in on Vanessa and Fabian.

"We need to move on the hunting lodge immediately," I said to Gage, already planning our attack strategy.

The rogue's eyes widened with panic. "No! You can't just—"

His words cut off abruptly. His body went rigid, back arching in an unnatural angle. Before I could reach him, he clamped his jaws shut with alarming force.

"What the hell?" Gage lunged forward.

A sickening crunch echoed through the room. The rogue convulsed violently, foam bubbling from between his lips. The acrid smell of silver and cyanide filled the air.

"Shit!" I grabbed him by the shoulders, but it was already too late. His eyes rolled back, body seizing as the poison raced through his system.

Within seconds, he went limp in my grasp.

"He's dead," Gage confirmed, checking for a pulse.