Modric’s POV
The accusation spread through the crowd before Elara finished speaking.
“The poisoned dessert was personally approved by Luna Mary Ann.”
Whispers rose around the infirmary steps.
Several Ironclaw elders turned toward Mary Ann at once. Mooncrest delegates moved closer together, their expressions hardening as though they expected an attack.
Mary Ann stood beside me with her shoulders straight.
She did not look guilty.
She did not look frightened either.
But through the bond, I felt the sharp pulse of her anxiety.
Elder Gregor stepped forward.
“The Luna approved the exact dish used to poison our council.”
“She approved a menu,” I said. “That is not proof she poisoned anyone.”
Gregor ignored me.
“Most of the victims are senior Ironclaw officials. Mooncrest has suffere
