Cayden's POV
I stormed down the hallway, heart racing, dread twisting in my gut. I didn't want to believe it. There was no damn way that bastard was awake. Cyrius couldn't be….he was daggered. I had daggered him myself.
But when I reached the room where I'd hidden his body, my world flipped upside down.
The coffin was open. Empty. I stumbled back, breath hitching. No… no, no, no… this wasn't real.
I rushed to the coffin and checked inside, praying somehow his body had just fallen or shifted. But no…he was gone.. With my child!
He was really gone.
I turned and bolted back to the scene, where Caspian stood clutching his head and Leon was still curled over Aurora's lifeless body. Her blood stained his arms. The silence in the room was deafening—grief and fury coiling like a storm cloud above us.
Soon, the entire Packhouse was surrounded. Soldiers. Guards. Wolves. Everyone was here.
My jaw clenched, and I felt something break inside me.
Marcus.
Marcus was behind this.
