Chapter 91. Poison Ella

Morgana paced the room, her heels clicking against the cold marble floor. Her face was pale, her mind racing as she thought about the failure of their plan to frame Ella. If Valen were to discover what they’d done, the consequences would be disastrous.

She clenched her fists, her frustration boiling over. “Sandra! I knew that working with a werewolf was definitely a wrong idea.

She takes out her phone dialing a number as she walks out.

The moon hung high in the night sky, casting an eerie glow over the quiet woods where Morgana waited impatiently. Her sharp eyes darted toward the road, her red lips pressed into a thin line. She loathed dealing with Sandra, but desperate times called for desperate measures. Ella’s escape from the frame-up had turned the tide against them, and now Valen was investigating. If she didn’t act fast, everything would unravel.

Morgana paced restlessly, her long cloak billowing in the cold breeze. She had arranged the meeting in secre