My heart was still pounding from what I saw in the hall, Alpha Brom falling. A heavy, cold feeling sat in my stomach because of what I’d done.

And then I saw her.

The maid stood by the chopping block, holding herself tightly. She was pale, and her eyes darted around like a trapped animal.

She was trying to seem as scared as the rest of us. But her fear felt different. It was the fear of someone who’d been caught.

She was the wolf in the kitchen, and only I knew it.

The head guard, ...