His fury filled my eyes with tears. That was even worse, more painful. I covered my mouth with my hand and tried to be strong, not to let his grief infect me. Sasha stirred in my arms, but I kissed her head and whispered a few words so she would fall back asleep.
“It was him. It was the panther,” I said then, my voice weak.
Alexander turned to look at me. His eyes were bright, and it wasn’t only from rage.
He was breathing hard, teeth clenched, fangs showing.
“What?” he demanded, because he had heard me.
The others looked at me tensely.
I drew in a quick breath. It scared me a little to speak to Alexander in that state, and I hesitated. At any moment he might be on top of me demanding answers, so in the end I decided it was best to tell him all at once:
“When he ordered me to give h
