Astrid's pov
Zane slowly went over to the bleeding body and checked the pulse, the mask that formed on his face was enough to tell what his lips could not manage.
Simon was dead.
The silence that fell upon the spectators after Simeon’s death was more condemning than anything.
It followed Roshan,as he was taken away.
He wasn't taken to a normal cell, like the one that had held Simeon, but to a simple, spare holding cell—a hold prison reserved for high-ranking wolves. It was a pale, suffocating space, stripped to the bare minimum of comfort.
It signaled his suspension from status.
His guard, who stood outside, was not a random pack warrior, but Aiden, his own brother, whose face was a mix of loyalty and sorrow.
Roshan sat on a bed, the blood of his fallen rival still clinging to
