But I could see the twitch in his jaw, the way his chest heaved slightly as he fought to breathe through the pain the silver was already burning into his skin.
I knew him well enough to recognize the cracks, even when no one else did.
He was scared.
And trying so hard not to show it.
And that broke me.
“Don’t do this,” I whispered.
No one heard me.
“Stop,” I said louder, my voice hoarse.
Still, nothing.
Rhea was sobbing now—tiny gasps and hiccups as she clung to Lilian’s side. Lilian was on her knees, holding her close, shielding her eyes with one hand.
No one tried to stop it.
Not one wolf in that circle.
I was the only one standing between them and the truth.
This is wrong.
This is murder.
And the worst part? There wasn’t a damn thing I could do.
Not with these chains of
