The Silver Wolfsbane Poison

The Raven Tower of Skuggheim stood high above the southern parapets, its lancet windows carved from the living granite to overlook the swirling mists of the Lyngen Fjord eight hundred feet below. Once the sanctum of the clan’s ancient runic shamans, the chamber had been cleared of its ceremonial altars to make way for Freya’s medical laboratory. Around the curved perimeter walls of the tower, towering bookshelves of blackened oak…