In my previous life, I had pitied Edith for losing her mate so young. I never thought to guard myself against her. So when she led me to that side chamber and offered me pastries, I never once suspected her intentions.
I had no idea that the wolfsbane in those pastries was what killed my daughter and me. And the hand that placed it there was Edith's.
"I think I'll skip the side chamber. Didn't my husband just mention there's a feast going on? My daughter and I are starving. We'll eat there. And while we're at it, my mate can introduce us to everyone."
"Narelle!"
Finn's voice dropped to a sharp growl, low enough that his wolf bled through it. "You want to walk into that feast dressed like that? You'd humiliate the entire pack on purpose?"
"At least change your clothes first. Edith, would you take her to—"
Finn froze the moment the words left his mouth. When I said nothing, he rushed to explain.
"Narelle, don't misunderstand. Edith is the only family I have left in this pack. I think of her as my own sister. That's why I call her that."
"There is absolutely nothing between us!"
His frantic explanation only made my stomach turn.
I would never forget what I saw in the moments before I died.