Ghost of the Father
The Highland Council chamber was silent except for the gurgling sounds of the last council member bleeding out on the marble floor. Viktor stood in the center of the c*****e, clothes splattered with blood, his wolf still burning for more violence.
"It's done," he said quietly, knowing Aria could feel the aftermath through their bond. She'd insisted on being present, watching from behind bulletproof glass as he eliminated every person who'd conspired against her family.
Marcus entered, face pale. "Sir, we have a situation."
"The cleanup can wait."
"No, it's—" Marcus swallowed hard. "Security detected an intruder. In the east wing. Near your mate."
Viktor was moving before the words finished, his wolf howling in panic. But Marcus's next words froze him mid-stride.
