The man in the lab coat fills the syringe with the bluish liquid of the vial. Then he brings it closer.
“What is that?” I ask, panic rising in my voice. My heartbeat pounds out of control.
“For generations, the royal family has been the sole owners of a special truth serum,” Tristan says. “It specifically targets the inner wolf. Our wolves are naturally prone to truth as it is. They are far less complicated than their human counterparts.
“The serum will force forward your wolf, who will be compelled to tell us all we need to know.”
“That’s not going to work,” I say.
Tristan huffs a harsh breath. “I’ve seen it in action before. I can assure you it’s quite potent.”
“That’s not what I mean,” I say.
The man in the lab coat brings the needle closer. He lowers it down, dangerous close to
