Chapter 4 - THE POISON AND THE TRAITOR

Gideon gently pushed her back onto the pillows, his touch surprisingly soft for a man who had ripped four men apart hours earlier. "Shh. Calm down. Tell me everything. Who is Clara?"
Through broken sobs, Adelaide confessed everything. She told him about the sudden arrival of Kael, the dark vial of refined wolfsbane meant for his ceremonial chalice, and the cruel ultimatum Lord Bastion had given her: poison the Alpha King, or receive her six-year-old half-sister’s head in a box.
"I couldn't do it," Adelaide sobbed, hiding her face in her bruised hands. "I couldn't poison you... you were the only person who treated me like a human being. But I couldn't let Clara die either... so I ran. I thought I could reach Crestfall..."
Gideon felt a deep, profound ache in his chest. She had chosen to face the deadly winter storm and Bastion’s mercenaries alone rather than betray him.
"Where is the vial?" Gideon asked quietly.
"In my old cloak... in the pocket," she whispered.
Gideon reached over to the table where her ruined garments lay. He fished out the small black glass bottle. He opened the stopper and sniffed it carefully. His eyes narrowed. This was no ordinary wolfsbane; it was liquid death designed specifically to kill a royal Alpha wolf within minutes.
"Bastion underestimated you, Adelaide," Gideon said, his voice dropping an octave into a tone of pure lethal promise. "And he severely underestimated me."
He reached out, his thick fingers gently tucking a strand of dark hair behind her ear. "You tried to protect me. Now, let me protect what is yours."
"You don't understand," Adelaide pleaded, clutching his arm. "Crestfall is an impenetrable fortress built into the Southern cliffs! Bastion has hundreds of guards! If he sees your army coming, he will kill Clara before you even cross the drawbridge!"
Gideon smiled, a cold, ruthless expression that chilled the blood. "Then I will not send an army to the front gate."
Just then, the doors to the bedchamber burst open. Captain Varick, Gideon’s most trusted commander, stepped inside, his face pale and grim.
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"Your Grace," Varick reported, kneeling quickly. "We searched the bodies in the woods as you commanded. But we found something else in Kael’s belongings. A letter sealed with the mark of your own inner council."
Gideon’s eyes turned to cold steel. "A traitor inside Winterborne Keep."