Sofia
Malcolm walks out of the room, and I feel lost. I look around at his childhood memories and take in the car posters and everything else. I sit on the bed, wondering what to do, so I open my bag and pull out all my potions and poisons. I stare at them, wondering which one would have been used to kill a king.
I pick up the nightshade powder. It could certainly kill a werewolf in the right amount. I had used it myself to kill a few alphas. My grandmother cultivates this strain and sells it for thousands to other witches. I open the vial and take a whiff. I get dizzy just smelling it.
I set it on the end table by the bed and picked up another vial. "Wolfsbane," I mumble as I open it. "It would take a lot to kill a werewolf like Cassius," I muse while looking at the others. I take th
