I Drank Silverwolf’s Bane for His Sake, but He Thought It Was an Act Chapter 02
One by one, the lights at the abandoned training camp went out.
The staged horror of the “rogue werewolf siege” looked even more desolate in the dark.
I drifted back to my body and watched a cleaning crew move in to clear the set.
“Hey, why’s there still someone here?” one of the cleaners called, pointing at me.
Another walked over and poked my shoulder with the handle of his mop.
“Hey. Wake up. The action team’s gone. Go crash in the bunkhouse.”
I didn’t respond.
The cleaner sensed something was wrong. Gathering his courage, he pressed his fingers to my neck.
His scream tore through the night.
“She’s dead! Call the authorities! Someone’s dead!”
He stumbled away.
Soon, the red and blue lights of enforcement vehicles and medical units washed over the empty lot.
A medic lifted me onto a stretcher, checked my pupils, and shook his head.
“No respiration. Rigor’s already set in.”
While the enforcement officers collected evidence, they pried open my fist and found a small empty bottle.
“Wolfsbane? Where did the victim get her hands on a banned toxin?”
“Possible self-poisoning. Get her ID and contact next of kin.”
As Ethan was backing into the garage, his communicator rang.
The screen showed the local security office.
He glanced at it, frowned, and rejected the call.
Seconds later, the same number called again.
He pulled the communicator from his collar and tossed it into Sophia’s lap.
“Deal with it. It’s grating.”
Sophia nodded and tapped the screen.
She blocked the security office’s number.
Then her gaze shifted.
She opened his contact list and blocked my number too.
At the Walker family’s lake estate, Ethan came out of the shower wrapped in a towel.
His communicator lit up — a blocked-message notification.
He picked it up, frowning, and started to open it.
Sophia was faster. She snatched it off the table.
“Go dry your hair first, Ethan. I’ll check it for you.”
She opened the screen and scanned the notice.
Emergency notice: Ms. Olivia Carter passed away at 4:14 p.m. today. Suspected self-poisoning via wolfsbane. Family is requested to claim the body immediately.
Sophia’s hand jerked so hard she nearly dropped the communicator.
Olivia was really dead?
Shock flashed through her eyes.
Then excitement she could barely hide.
The Luna position was hers now.
Thinking of Ethan’s enormous family trust and assets, Sophia deleted the message and emptied the trash folder.
“Was that an apology from Olivia?” Ethan asked, toweling his hair.
“Nothing.” Sophia tossed the communicator back onto the table and smiled. “Just a promo. Ethan, let me dry your hair.”
Ethan turned away slightly.
“No. Get some rest. I still have to swing by the family company. Stay here at the lake estate for the next couple of days. Once you’ve wrapped your shoot, let me know and I’ll have the place restored. Otherwise that crazy woman will come back and throw another scene.”
I floated near the ceiling and watched.
I’d always known how vicious Sophia was.
But that Ethan could so casually lend out the home I’d built with my own hands — and then complain that I was the difficult one —
I let out a slow breath.
Fortunately, the dead aren’t so easily dragged around by emotion.
