Scarlett
The silence that followed David’s words was suffocating. Nina’s sobs caught in her throat, transforming into a desperate, keening wail that seemed to vibrate through the very walls of the palace.
“Jack killed Sarah?” I repeated, the words foreign and impossible on my tongue. “He killed her?”
David’s expression remained impassive, a mask of professional detachment. “The wound suggests a wolf attack - specifically, a wolf claw mark. Sarah was killed last night.”
Nina’s body shook violently. “No,” she whispered, then louder, “No! Jack would never—”
“Silence,” I commanded, my wolf rising to the surface. The authority in my voice was absolute, cutting through Nina’s hysterics like a knife. She froze, her eyes wide and glistening with unshed tears.
I turned to David. “Describe the
