Mark's pov
My throat tightened as I saw Emily's eyes fill with shock and confusion: her gaze went from her injured arm, to me, and to the silver knife in my hand. I could see her mind trying to connect the dots, trying to understand the unthinkable, trying to find meaning in all of this.
I'd betrayed her.
I'd betrayed my sister, the person who'd always loved me, who'd always supported me.
I had betrayed her.
Emily opened her mouth to speak, but no sound came from her lips. She opened and closed her mouth a couple of times before she could find the words; before she actually realized what was going on.
"M-mark…" she whispered, her voice weak from silver poisoning - the only thing that could make an Alpha as docile as a lamb. "Mark ..."
“I'm sorry, Emily,” I cried, tears running down
