Brian moved to execute Nico Romano at dawn.
I woke to the compound in chaos—wolves running through corridors, voices raised in anger and alarm, the bond flooding with Brian's cold, murderous resolve. By the time I dressed and reached the great hall, six hundred wolves had already split down the middle.
Abbot wolves on one side. Romano wolves on the other. Armed guards at every door.
And in the center of the hall, Brian stood over Nico Romano with a blade at his throat.
"Your estate," Brian said, his voice carrying through the silent room. "Your vaults. Your artifacts. Three payments to assassins who tried to kill my mate."
Nico was on his knees, his hands bound behind his back, his face a mask of defiant fury. Blood trickled from a cut on his temple where someone had struck him.
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