POV: Cade
The fork stopped halfway to my mouth when I smelled it.
Poison.
"Don't eat that!" I yelled, lunging across the table to knock the cake slice from Ember's hand. The plate shattered on the floor as she stared at me in shock.
"Cade, what—"
"Wolfsbane," I said, my nose still burning from the toxic scent. "Someone put wolfsbane in the cake."
Ash was beside us in seconds, pulling Hope and Hunter away from the table. "How much wolfsbane?"
I sniffed carefully. "Enough to make us very sick. Maybe enough to..." I couldn't finish the sentence with the kids listening.
"Maybe enough to what, Daddy Cade?" Hope asked innocently.
"Enough to ruin our tummies for the wedding," I said quickly. "Good thing I have a super nose, right?"
But my hands were shaking. Wolfsbane didn't just make werewolves sick. In large amounts, it could kill us.
"Who brought this cake?" Ember asked quietly.
"Luna Rodriguez," Ash replied. "She dropped it off an hour ago."
