Chapter 29: HIS VOICE WAS HEAVY WITH REMORSE
Dawn had learned about poison, and also read a few relatable books ever since she could read. She had a vivid interest in this subject, because after her mother died, it was the healer of the pack, who had been looking after her, whenever her father was busy with the matters of the pack.
From her, she learned a lot of things.
However, Dawn wouldn’t say that she was an expert in this domain. She was only mesmerized to learn that plants around her could be used for something else if you mixed them right.
It was weird for a shifter, a daughter of an alpha like her to take interest in it.
"Something weird happened in the palace. All of a sudden a warrior couldn’t shift into his beast." Zander put down his cutleries and focused all of his attention on Dawn. "The healers or the magic users couldn’t figure out what happened, but after four weeks, he died."
Dawn was listening, but she was still confused as to what she had gotten herself into. She glanced at Zenith, but he didn’t say anything.
"We thought it was a poison, but there is no expert in poison on this continent," Zander explained. His voice was calm, just like the king he was.
"I am not an expert either."
"But, fortunately, your mate said that you know about poison."
Dawn narrowed her eyes at Zenith, not because he brought her into this mess, but because she was dying to know how he knew about it. His knowledge about her was baffling.
"What makes you think that it’s poison? The warrior could have eaten Rottingbane or come in contact with it without him knowing it."