I screamed as she collapsed to the floor, motionless. Blood seeped rapidly into the thick carpet, spreading like a dark, blooming stain around her.
And there she lay—Brielle, the she-wolf who ruined everything—lifeless at my feet.
Selene
“What did you do?” Gideon’s voice cut through the room like ice, each word sharp and furious. I spun around to meet his gaze, the fire of rage and betrayal glowing in his amber eyes.
“Gideon… I—” My explanation was swallowed by the sting of his hand across my cheek, and I staggered backward, clutching my burning face.
“You… you struck me?” I croaked, my voice trembling at the edges, disbelief coating each word.
“And I swear, Selene, if anything happens to Brielle, you’ll regret it,” he hissed, venom lacing every syllable.
Before I could reply, he swept past me, moving with predatory speed, and lifted Brielle into his arms in a bridal carry. His voice, usually commanding, softened as he murmured soothing words into her fur, and within moments they had vanished down the hall.