The realization hit her like a punch to the gut. The way the wounds were inflicted, the precise brutality—it was Killian’s signature. She had seen it before, when she had been imprisoned in his dungeon. The thought made her blood run cold.
“Who would do this?” Maya asked, her voice filled with shock as she stepped forward to get a better look.
“It’s not just about who,” Amara said quietly, her voice steady but filled with dread. “It’s about why.”
Darius stood up slowly, his face grim as he looked at the body before them. “This isn’t just an attack. It’s a message.”
Amara nodded, her mind racing with the implications. Whoever had done this wanted to send a clear signal—one that would destabilize the fragile peace they were trying to build between the packs.
“Lyall,” Darius said quietly
