The silence in the study was deafening.
Kieran stood slowly and moved to the window. His shoulders were tight, his posture that of
a man carrying an impossible weight.
"How long have you known?" he asked quietly.
"I didn't. Not for certain. Not until just now." Ennis's voice was rough. "But it's the only
thing that makes sense. The attack. The shadows. The Alpha Prince. The royal guards.
Fiona leaving so suddenly." He paused. "Mom was a silver wolf too, wasn't she?"
Kieran's hands clenched on the windowsill. "Yes."
"And that's how she died. Someone killed her for it."
"The Covenant." Kieran's voice was hollow. "A faction that hunts blessed silver wolves.
They murdered your mother when Fiona was five years old. They've been searching for
another silver wolf ever since."
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