Voren's hands around her tightened a little but he didn't allow her out of his arms. His grip was iron, unbreakable, a silent promise that he would never let her go.
He was the only one who knew the truth and had kept the secret. The weight of it had been a constant companion, a shadow that followed him through every waking moment.
"How?" Ravyn asked, his voice cracking with desperation and dread. But the moon goddess only looked at Voren, her ancient eyes piercing through him like a blade, even as she addressed Ravyn.
"When you allowed bitterness and rage to fill your mind, you allowed your friends to poison her with wolfsbane. A white wolf cannot endure it like the others. That's her greatest weakness and it was also done in the human world. If it had been done in this realm, she would have lost her wolf forever, but in the human world, she lost her life."
