AIDEN
I glanced between Oakley and Frederick’s lifeless body in shock. I was temporarily frozen as I beheld the ruddy man’s corpse but my paralysis gave way to anger as I glared at the guard.
“You killed Frederick,” I snarled. “That wasn’t a part of the plan.”
There was no love lost between me and the man who presided over this island in Marcel Fox’s name, but he should not have died, especially not at Oakley’s clawed hands. Frederick could have provided key information about House Fox’s crimes, evidence that would have helped the Alpha King’s mission.
I had planned to silence him and bind him to a chair while the rebellion took place. Killing had never been a part of this plan.
Unfazed by my growl, Oakley wiped the blood from his hands using Frederick’s clothes.
“I don’t follow plan
