Chapter 4

Theo's text came at dusk. Don't drink anything in that house. Call me. NOW. I called. He picked up before the first ring finished. "The tea, Nora. The one Marta gives you every morning." His voice was shaking, and Theo's voice never shakes. "I had it tested. It's not for your heart." "Then what is it?" "Wolfsbane. Brewed low and steady. Seven years of it." A ragged breath. "You were never wolfless. Somebody put your wolf to sleep." The kitchen tilted. I gripped the counter until the room...