The walk back to the house was the longest of my life. My legs felt like they were made of lead, but the triplets were worse. They didn't speak a single word until we were behind the heavy front doors. As soon as the locks clicked, the silence broke.
"No," Killian said. His voice was a low growl that filled the hallway. "Absolutely not. I am going back out there and I am ending this right now."
"You can't, Killian," Alaric said. He looked tired. He was rubbing his face with both hands, his skin pale under the hall lights. "If you kill her now, the pack will see it as a cover-up. They’ll think Elena really is too weak to lead. It would start a riot."
"I don't care about a riot!" Killian shouted. He turned and kicked a heavy chair, sending it sliding across the room. "I care about her! Co
