Mary Ann’s POV
The dead wolf lay across the entrance to Nightveil’s council hall like an offering.
For several seconds, I could not move.
Torchlight flickered across grey fur darkened with blood. The body had been positioned carefully, not dumped. Its paws had been crossed beneath its chest, and its head faced the doorway as though whoever placed it there wanted every person entering the hall to look directly at him.
Modric stood beside me, his wolf pressing hard against the completed bond.
Kylian crouched near the body without touching it.
“Do we know who he is?” I asked.
One of the Nightveil guards swallowed.
“We think so.”
“Think?”
“The coat beside him carried a guard insignia.”
Kylian looked toward me.
“Mary Ann.”
Something in his expression made my stomach tighten.
He mo
