Nixon’s POV
"Get the f**k up, or I will paint this floor with your teeth!"
My voice bounced off the stone walls of the infirmary. My hands slammed onto the iron edge of the bed. Kayden lay right under me. His chest did not move. The white foam around his lips was already drying into a crust. Dead. The bastard died right before he could give me Rory's name.
"He is gone, Alpha," Elder Nathan said. His fingers stayed on Kayden's cold neck. "The poison took his tongue before we could even unlock the cell."
"I do not care about his tongue!" I grabbed Nathan by his shirt. I yanked the old man across the table until the glass jars rattled. "He was under your care. You and Alice. You let a dog die in my own house while he held the keys to my mother's life!"
Alice did not look up from her tray
