Chapter One hundred and Sixty Five

Xander’s Pov

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, we reach the end of our questioning, the last soldier standing before us with a defiant glare. “I don't know anything about Elara's plans,” he insists, his voice tinged with defiance. “I swear it.”

I exchange a glance with Richard, silently communicating our doubts. But as we weigh our options, a sudden realization dawns upon me. “Bring out the wolfs bane,” I command, my voice firm and unwavering. “Let's see if he's telling the truth.”

With a sense of urgency, we retrieve the potent herb, its pungent scent filling the air as we approach the soldier. “Hold out your arm,” I instruct, my tone leaving no room for argument.

Reluctantly, the soldier complies, his eyes widening in fear as he watches us draw closer. With careful precision, Richard administers the wolf's bane, its effects immediate as the soldier's eyes widen in pain.

For a moment, there is only silence, the courtyard holding its breath as we await his response. And the