"Who killed my child?!" Devon roared.
Karina, stunned and furious, pointed at my husband in grief.
"H-he killed him!" she shouted.
Devon lunged at Daniel, and my husband had no choice but to shift into his wolf form to defend himself. But he was no match for Devon. They were both strong, but Devon had experience in prolonged pain, a masochist by nature who had changed for Karina. He was used to hurting himself just to feel alive.
I watched as my sister, now out of control, left with the lifeless child in her arms. I glanced at the carriage where the three live babies waited.
Devon was on the verge of killing my husband when a few of his men and some council members arrived to stop him.
"Give me that bastard! I’ll kill him! He killed my child with Karina! He fucking covets my fiancée!" Devon seethed.
They ignored him and focused on Daniel, who was now the alpha of the pack and needed to be kept alive. They left Devon alone, and all he wanted was to find Karina.
That was when I appeared.
"He’s not dead," I told him.
He stopped in his tracks and turned to face me. Slowly, he shifted back into his human form, his eyes narrowed with suspicion.
I smiled bitterly, knowing how this all seemed.