Nyx’s POV
The guards marched me through the castle halls in silence with their grip on my arms bruising, fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks.
I didn’t fight them. What was the point?
Behind us, Warrick was bleeding out in his office, stubborn and proud, dying because he refused to let me heal him.
Good, I told myself. Let him bleed. Let him suffer.
But my wolf didn’t agree.
She was pacing inside my head, whining and clawing at my consciousness. Mate hurt. Mate needs us. Go back. Heal him.
I shoved her down hard. He’s not our mate. He killed Father. He destroyed our pack.
Mate hurt, she insisted louder. Mate dying.
Shut up, I snapped at her internally.
We reached his chambers and the guards shoved me inside before the door slammed and I heard the heavy lock click into pl
