Daemon pushed through the crowd, his eyes moving from our father's corpse to his mate's naked body sprawled on the floor. 

"You were supposed to be dead," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. Each word carried the weight of his fury. "But here you are, very much alive."

His gaze shifted between the two bodies again, and I saw the moment understanding crashed over him.

"And now Father is dead," he continued, his voice gaining strength. "And my mate is dead too."

The pack members behind ...