Elma POV
"The King is dead."
I didn't move. For a second I thought I heard him wrong.
The giant brown wolf lifted his blood-soaked muzzle and said it again, slower this time.
"The King. Is dead."
My chest went tight.
I told myself it didn't matter. I told myself I hated Xander. I had spent the last hour hating him. His death should have felt like justice. It didn't. It felt like someone had pulled the ground out from under me.
The toothless prisoner across from me pushed himself up against the wall. He didn't look surprised. He looked like a man who had been waiting for this news for a long time.
"Took you long enough," he said, his words wet and slurred.
The wolf didn't answer him. He turned his head toward my cell instead.
I stopped breathing.
Those yellow eyes moved over me s
