The hall still rang with echoes of violence. The scent of blood clung to the marble floors like a stain that could never truly be scrubbed away. Wolves in their fine suits shifted uncomfortably, their eyes flickering between the sprawled bodies of the assassins and me. My pulse thundered in my ears, yet the one moment replaying itself again and again wasn’t the fight.

It was that wolf.

The assassin who should have slit my throat instead dropped to one knee before me. His head bowed as ...