KAEL POINT OF VIEW.

I didn’t bother knocking.

I shoved the door to the priest’s chamber open so hard it slammed against the wall. The candles flickered, shadows jumping, and the old man looked up from where he sat, beads still in his hands.

“Thorne isn’t dead,” I snapped.

The words tore out of me like a wound.

The priest rose slowly, calm as ever, as if my world wasn’t burning. “Alpha Kael,” he said gently, “You should not enter in such a state.”

I laughed, sharp and ...