BLOOD CROWN: 027

Alpha Ink of Crystalheart Pack’s daughter was dead.

Standing among the other Sages, Kaizen stared at the body lying on the bed with an expressionless look. Her body was white as snow, like every drop of blood had been drained; her pupils were wide and white; and at the corner of her mouth were blood stains.

“It's poison. The smell is nauseating.” Ciel examined without getting close to the corpse with a grimace. “There's signs of struggle. She must have suffered before death. Whoever did it is malicious.”

Jarvis sauntered over to the little table beside the bed and picked up an empty glass. He brought it to his nose and sniffed. He immediately grimaced in disgust and walked back, extending the glass to Kaizen. “It's a monkhood and wolfbane.”

Kaizen took the glass from him and sniffed under his nose and indeed it was a monkhood fixed with wolf-bane, the deadliest form of poison for a werewolf.

“Do you know what this means?” Azrael stated but was interrupted when the loud sound of reson