Chapter 484
Chapter 484:
Bryan responded, “Do you know anything about your current condition?”
“I don’t know either.” I took a slow, measured breath, trying to steady the tempest of worry swirling inside me. “I can’t say for sure,” I admitted, “but I have a suspicion. Earlier, in the ward, a nurse came in to switch my IV. I caught a strange scent from her, something I couldn’t place, and after that, I started to feel incredibly weak…”
The mood shifted instantly, the air thickening with concern. Bryan’s eyes narrowed, his face darkening like a gathering storm. “I’ll have Amon look into that nurse immediately. Do you recall any of her features?”
I furrowed my brow, delving into my memory. “She had short black hair and a mole near the corner of her mouth… that’s about all I remember.”
Clayton frowned, his mind racing. “Could it be poison?”
Dominic shook his head slowly, as if sifting through possibilities. “Poison usually comes with other symptoms. This seems different.”
Just then, I noticed Evie standing oddly still, her gaze cast downward, as though she was wrestling with some hidden thought.
A knot tightened in my chest. “Evie,” I pressed. “Do you know something?”
Evie bit her lip, glancing nervously around the room, her hesitation betraying the weight of whatever knowledge she held. Bryan, his voice sharp with command, cut through her indecision. “If you know something, speak!”
Evie flinched at his tone, visibly unsettled. After a long, tense pause, she finally spoke. “Your Highness, I… I think Makenna might have been affected by a magical potion.”
The room fell into an ominous silence as we processed Evie’s words. A magical potion? What could that possibly mean?
I had never encountered anything like this before, but the shift in the three princes’ expressions was undeniable. Their faces darkened, as though a storm was brewing above us, hinting at the seriousness of the situation.
Alice softly reminded us, “The ones constantly butting heads with us werewolves are from the Wizard Clan. They may not be as strong or fast as we are, but they have a knack for brewing special potions. Those potions have already claimed the lives of many brave werewolf soldiers.”
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Her words struck me like a thunderbolt, and I couldn’t help but widen my eyes. “How can that be? Are there any wizards hiding among us?”
The three princes immediately shook their heads.
Bryan spoke up, his tone firm and unwavering. “No way. Security around our territory is tighter than a drum. No wizard could slip past unnoticed.”
Dominic nodded, his brow furrowed. “Exactly. Our defenses are rock solid. No wizard would be able to breach them easily.”
Clayton remained quiet, his gaze lingering on me, as though he was turning something over in his mind.
We all turned back to Evie.
Scratching her head, Evie shrugged awkwardly. “I’m not sure either. All I know are some old stories my grandmother used to tell me about wizards.”
Desperation gnawed at me, and I pressed her for more. “Evie, think harder. Are there any other details? What else did your grandmother say?”
Makenna’s POV:
“Spit it out.” Bryan raised his chin, his tone cold and commanding. “Hesitate any longer, and you’ll have only yourself to blame for what comes next.”
Clayton interjected, “There’s no need for that, Bryan.” He turned to Evie with a softer expression. “Whatever you have to say, we won’t hold it against you.”
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