Dane'S POV
Something was wrong.
I gripped the edge of the sink. My knuckles white. Head pounding.
The wine.
Fuck.
It had to be it.
I should've known. The waiter's trembling hands. The way he couldn't meet my eyes. The relief on his face when I drank.
Drugged.
My wolf snarled beneath my skin. Restless. Furious.
Fight it.
I turned the tap on, splashing cold water on my face. It did nothing.
The heat spread through my veins like fire crawling under my skin. Relentless.
I'd been drugged before. Assassination attempts. Rival packs. I'd built tolerance over the years.
Even wolfsbane barely affected me.
But this?
This was different.
The dose was lethal. Enough to knock down a normal wolf ten times over.
I was burning.
My body reacted against my will. Blood rushing south. Muscles
