EZRA
I stood outside of the prison door, breathing to calm my heart. I already wanted to kill Cairo. Knowing he stood on the other side of that door was enough to rile Grayson and myself, and I knew Cairo to know he would be stupid enough to say something to make me lose control.
But I couldn’t let that happen. If the pack heard that I killed one of the Council of Elder members in a fit of rage, it would cast doubt on my role, and it would cause discourse I couldn’t afford, especially not with the harsh winter right around the corner.
Rhett squeezed my shoulder, giving me a vote of confidence. “Just remember that Zaiyree is okay. Remember he’s not worth your energy.”
I nodded, knowing it was easier to say than to actually do. “Okay.” I reached for the door and stepped inside. Rhett shu
