In the distance, a wolf howled.
I knew that howl, and I knew that wolf.
Damien was coming to retrieve his mate.
Everyone froze hearing the howl. Amelia’s eyes lit up, hope restored.
“Damien,” she said, first as a gasping breath, and then as a shout. “Damien! I’m here!”
“Shut up!” Ian said and threw her back, slamming her down on the ground again.
From the driver’s seat, Ruth brandished the knife she had stolen from the carving station at the kitchen. “Take this,” she said, passing the knife back to me. “Finish this farce already. Leave nothing for the Alphas but a body to find.”
I looked at the knife and then down at Amelia.
I wanted her dead, but… stabbing someone with a knife was so personal, so… tasteless. Poisoning was better. It was safer.
“You do it,” I said, holding the kni
