After My Mate Poisoned Our Son, I Took Revenge

The cool night air kissed my skin as I limped through the dense forest surrounding the SilverCrest estate. My body still ached from the silver burns, but the Clarity Root had given me enough strength to escape. Every step sent pain shooting through my limbs, but I pushed forward, driven by a single purpose: revenge.

My father waited at the edge of the clearing, his imposing figure silhouetted against the moonlight. When he saw me—bloodied, weakened, but alive—his eyes widened in horror.

"Sylvia," he whispered, rushing forward to catch me as my knees buckled. "My daughter..."

I fell into his embrace, allowing myself a moment of weakness before straightening my spine. "I don't have time to be weak, Father."

Alpha Coleman's face hardened as he examined the silver burns on my wrists and neck. "What has he done to you?"

"He killed Avery," I said, my voice breaking on my son's name. "And now he's trying to destroy me."

My father's wolf surged forward, his eyes glowing with rage. "Then we attack tonight. The Iron Guard is ready."

I shook my head, gripping his arm. "No. If we attack, Tobias will spin it as a territorial invasion. He'll claim you're trying to steal SilverCrest land."

"Then what do you suggest?" My father's jaw clenched, barely containing his fury.

"We crash the Summit," I said, my voice steadying with resolve. "Tomorrow, when all the Alphas are gathered. We present our case under werewolf law, with evidence they can't ignore."

"The cup," my father nodded slowly. "Marcus has it?"

"Yes. And we need it to prove what they did to Avery."

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The Great Hall of SilverCrest Pack House gleamed with polished wood and crystal chandeliers. I watched from the shadows as Tobias played his part perfectly—the grieving Alpha, his face solemn as he greeted the assembled dignitaries.

Elder Garrett sat at the head of the long table, his ancient eyes missing nothing. The neighboring Alphas formed a semicircle around him, their expressions ranging from curiosity to outright suspicion.

"Thank you all for coming," Tobias began, his voice carrying the perfect note of controlled grief. "As you know, we gather today for two purposes: to formalize the unification of our territories, and to address the tragic condition of my mate, Luna Sylvia."

Janelle stood beside him, her hand resting possessively on his arm. My mother's necklace gleamed at her throat, catching the light with every movement.

"Dr. Cross," Tobias gestured to the clinical psychologist who stepped forward with a leather portfolio. "Please present your findings."

Dr. Helena Cross cleared her throat, her voice clinical and detached. "After thorough examination, I've concluded that Luna Sylvia has succumbed to Post-Traumatic Feral Psychosis. Her delusions about her son's death are symptoms of a severe mental breakdown."

She opened her portfolio, revealing graphs and charts that meant nothing. "Her condition has deteriorated rapidly. She represents a danger to herself and others."

Tobias nodded gravely. "Which is why I've made the difficult decision to request official Feral designation from the Council. For the safety of our pack—and for Sylvia's own protection."

Elder Garrett's eyes narrowed slightly. "And what does this designation entail, Alpha Tobias?"

"A humane euthanasia," Tobias said smoothly. "Followed by a proper burial with full Luna honors."

Janelle's lips curved in a barely perceptible smile.

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The heavy oak doors of the Great Hall burst open with a thunderous crash. The assembled Alphas jumped to their feet, their wolves surging forward in instinctive response to the threat.

I stood in the doorway, no longer in chains or rags. The Iron Guard flanked me, their black uniforms and silver insignias marking them as my father's elite warriors. I wore ceremonial black mourning robes, the traditional garb of a Luna who has lost her pup. My hair fell loose around my shoulders, and my eyes—once warm and trusting—now burned with cold fury.

The room fell silent as I walked forward, each step deliberate and measured.

"Elder Garrett," I said, my voice clear and steady. "I believe you were about to make a grave mistake."

Tobias's face contorted with shock, then rage. "How dare you interrupt Council proceedings! Guards!"

But no guards came. My father's warriors had already secured the room.

"Sylvia," Elder Garrett spoke carefully, taking in my appearance and the warriors beside me. "You're not supposed to be here."

"And yet, here I stand," I replied, my gaze never leaving Tobias's face. "With proof that your Alpha has committed the gravest crime in our law."

I reached into my robes and withdrew the lead box Marcus had given me. "The murder of a pup."

Tobias lunged forward, but two Iron Guards blocked his path instantly.

"This woman is insane!" he shouted, his composure cracking. "She's delusional! She needs to be restrained!"

I opened the box, revealing the ceremonial chalice inside. "Before you sign any orders, Elder Garrett, I suggest you test this cup for Wolfsbane."

The room went deadly still as all eyes turned to the silver chalice gleaming in the box.