Vivian's pov
The freezing stone tunnel was dead silent, save for the ragged, heavy sound of Dominic fighting for every breathe.
Silas stood over the body of Elder Jarek, his silver eyes coldly analysing the blood pooling on the stones. The political reality was a tangled, terrifying knot. Jarek hadn’t freed the prisoner. Someone else slaughtered his men, and opened the cage, and then slit Jarek’s throat to make him look like the mastermind.
But as I looked at the horrific burn on Dominic’s shoulder, hunting a traitor felt secondary to the terrifying reality that the Alpha was bleeding out on the floor.
“We have to move him”, Silas ordered, stepping over Jarek’s corpse. “Whoever really did this might send guards down here to ensure the Alpha is dead”.
I slid my arms under Dominic’s he
