Marcus stood there for a moment, staring at the space where she’d stood.
His mind raced. If Lena was alive… Who was the woman Rosa had ordered to be killed?
He tried placing the pieces together.
Then Marcus exhaled—long and slow—forcing the tension from his shoulders, though it never truly left. His hand curled into a fist at his side, as if that might hold in everything threatening to unravel.
He was the Alpha. He knew his duty.
She should be taken into custody. Brought before the Council. Judged for her crimes—if not the ones she was accused of.
They would decide her fate.
His stomach turned at the thought.
Marcus reached up and removed his mask, pressing his fingers into his eyes, trying to clear the haze of emotion clouding his vision. But it didn’t help.
They wouldn’t show
