The words hung in the air like a death sentence. I'd never said them out loud before, not to anyone. The hallway had gone completely silent, with shocked expressions on every face. Even Libby looked taken aback, her smug smile faltering as the weight of my confession sank in.
"I was playing Mendelssohn's Violin Concerto," I continued, my voice surprisingly steady despite the tremor in my hands. "It was my father's favourite. The entire pack was there, watching me, listening to me. Nobody saw the hunters until it was too late."
I felt Asher's hand hover near my elbow, not quite touching me but close enough that I could feel his warmth. Through our bond, I sensed his horror, his grief on my behalf. Caspian had gone completely still beside me, his emotions locked down tight, though I could
