Chloe’s pov
"She did it on purpose."
Megan's voice rang out across the healer's hall before I'd even finished crossing the threshold, pointing at me with a hand that wasn't quite steady.
The room still smelled faintly of the herbs Doctor Luther had burned to calm Nash's breathing, sharp and medicinal under the low lamplight. He knelt beside Nash's bed a few feet away, packing away the last of his instruments, Nash's chest rising and falling in the slow, drugged rhythm of whatever sedative had finally pulled him under.
"That scent on her dress." Megan's voice climbed, playing to the small crowd of pack members gathered in the doorway behind her. "She knew what it would do to him and yet she wore it to hurt our Alpha."
"I didn't know anything about your taboos." I kept my voice level,
