That caught Seraphine's attention instantly, the tension in her body tightening just slightly before easing again, her expression softening in a way that felt almost disarming.
"I'm not here to hurt you," she said gently, her voice calm, almost reassuring despite the weight of the situation. "I just need to understand what happened that night. Someone drugged the Alpha, and I want to know who was behind it."
The girl hesitated, her lips pressing together as fear flickered across her face, but when she finally spoke, her words came out quieter, heavier. "It wasn't just the Alpha… your drink was spiked too."
Seraphine's brows pulled together, confusion settling in as she searched her memory and came up with nothing that matched that version of events. "No," she said slowly, shaking her head. "You must be mistaken. I'm talking about the moon festival seven years ago."
