CIAN
The door to the infirmary opened again.
A sentinel stepped inside. His face had lost its color, his hands clenched tightly at his sides as if he were holding himself together by force.
I looked up from where I sat beside Fia's bed.
"Alpha Cian," he said, his voice strained. "I need to speak with you."
Something in his tone settled uneasily in my chest.
I rose, slower than I intended, and crossed the room toward him. We stopped near the doorway, just far enough that the others would not overhear.
"What is it?" I asked, keeping my voice low.
The sentinel swallowed, his throat working.
"It is Beta Ronan and his mother, Teagan."
My jaw tightened.
"What about them?"
"They are dead, sir."
The words struck with the force of something physical.
I stared at him, my mind already moving ahead of the explanation.
"What do you mean?" I asked, sharper now. "Was Teagan executed without trial?"
"No, sir," the sentinel said quickly. "That did not happen."
