Chapter 75

• "What do you mean, you killed him?"
• My voice was a hoarse whisper, the words barely audible over the crackling fire in the hearth. The fire's dancing flames threw long, flickering shadows across the faces of my four alphas, but I saw just one. Ash. His face was a mask of granite, the same face he used when he pretended I did not exist.
• "I didn't want to," he replied, his voice empty, devoid of emotion. "It was an order."