Perry's POV
Sleep was impossible. Rage coursed through my veins like liquid fire, and only one thing kept me from charging out and ordering the complete destruction of the Obsidian Claw pack—my mate.
After hours of tears and gasping breaths, she'd finally collapsed into exhausted sleep. I couldn't bring myself to leave her alone.
But come morning, I'd make damn sure to sign that bastard alpha's death warrant. The one who violated my mate and spread his poisonous lies about her.
I'd hunt him down myself.
When dawn broke, shocking news struck first.
"Helen's been found dead in her chambers," Timothy announced, his face grim. The loss hit him hard—he'd grown close to the healer, and knowing someone had murdered her inside the palace walls meant nowhere was safe.
"Cause of death?"
"Poison."
The royal beta had rushed this news straight to me the moment he'd learned what happened.
Timothy and I strode toward the dining hall where everyone waited.
