Chapter 47
Aaliyah
Silence stretched through the dining room, but none of the Elders so much as twitched in their seats. Everyone's gaze was on the food, which had been splattered with the Elder's blood.
Tristan pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket and gently wiped the blood from his hands before sitting down beside me. I froze in my seat.
"Why has the room suddenly gone quiet?" Tristan asked, turning to me.
"And why do you look so shocked?"
I stared back at him without a word.
"At least he should be grateful that I gave him a quick death," he said.
I had no idea what to say; the only thing on my mind was that he'd killed an Elder Lycan. Would there be any consequences for his actions? The Dhùgak pack, my father would never disrespect the Elders or even dare to fight them. There were consequences for that, and my father would have been stripped of his position. Elders were like oracles in our pack. No one messed with them.
