When the Wicked Wolf came back from his talk with Julian, he didn’t look the same. He was rigid, his jaw was set, and I swear he looked like he was breathing fire.
The rise and fall of his chest was palpable, his body tense with every breath he took.
He quickly looks out to the opening in the mountain, deep in thought, his eyebrows furrowed.
“Everything alright?” I asked, pushing my finished plate to the side.
The Wicked Wolf takes a deep breath, his face impassive. “I k i l l e d her, Vasi.”
I blinked, my mind taking a second to process what he had just said. “Cornelia?”
“Yes.” He didn’t bother lying, going straight for the truth. “I kicked her off the mountain and I thought she was d e a d. I saw the blood and heard the impact, but they couldn’t find the body. Julian thinks she’s
