With a smirk, he dialed a number and placed the call on speaker. His voice carried a chilling command. “Beta Magnus, find out everything about Anastasia’s son, especially his exact location. If he’s receiving treatment in the pack’s infirmary, cease it immediately.”
The air thickened with tension, heavy with the weight of his threat. His gaze never wavered from mine, watching me like a predator savoring the torment of its prey. He expected me to break. To crumble.
Instead, I held his gaze, my lips curving into a grim, defiant smile.
Then, Beta Magnus’s voice crackled through the speaker, delivering a blow that neither of us had anticipated.
[Alpha Ronan, Kieran is gone. He passed away the day after you vanished..]
