Griselda was going to die.

While everyone else was shouting and arguing and trying to reason with Tristan, Griselda was dying, but nobody was actually paying attention.

Her face had turned a darker shade of purple as she clawed weakly at Tristan's wrist, but he didn't even seem to notice.

"Alpha Tristan, please!" Elder Miriam stepped forward, her hands raised in a pleading gesture. "This is unnecessary! She was only following our orders!"

"Then you can join her," Tristan said flatly, not ...