Nyx's POV
"Does it matter?" He stepped inside and closed the door. "They're dead. More will follow. This is what happens when people refuse to cooperate."
"They didn't know anything! My pack has been isolated for generations, they have no connection to any rogues, they're innocent!"
"So you keep saying." He moved to the washbasin and started cleaning the blood from his hands. "But innocent people don't get framed for crimes this elaborate. Someone wanted me to find your pack. Someone planted that symbol on your altar. Which means someone knew about your pack's location, your pack's history, your pack's everything."
"That doesn't mean WE knew about the rogues!"
"It means someone did." He dried his hands and turned to face me. "And until I find out who, your people keep dying."
He left
