Henry's pov
I stood and watched as Hilda walked away with an unsettling smile on her lips. She had been right though. I was seeing a mess where there was opportunity. Ronin was dead. Our assassin has been taken care of long ago.
This was exactly the moment we need to get things done.
I waited till it was dark before slipping out of the palace. I had to be very careful because the guards were still on high alert after the chaos but I also know they would be more focused on the immediate vicinity than the quieter passages.
I knew it was a risky move I was making. If I were caught sneaking into the Ebonfang pack, it would be seen as an act of war but Hilda's words kept replaying in my mind. "Grief made love ugly". And that ugliness was exactly what we needed.
The ride was long and cold
