The palace had gone eerily still since Syzar's return after they had spent a few hours on the north coast.
Syzar and his troops were shocked to find no sign of the rogue bandits that had wounded their men.
The alpha had felt something amiss in the air and had urged them all to head back to the estate, where the stillness didn’t sit right as he headed out to the entrance.
Only to hear the quiet hums of voices and a bonfire in the middle of the Springs estate courtyard—a bonfire that is only made when a great soul has passed on.
It left Syzar and his betas confused, but Cassian didn’t hesitate as he raced toward the steps and to the great room where a small crowd had gathered, and laid on the altar surrounded by flowers was Muriel’s corpse.
Vada’s tears still hadn’t stopped, nor had she
