The Bloodied Warning
Elias's words hung heavy in the air, thick with an unspoken urgency that sent a shiver down Aria's spine.
Alexander's expression remained unreadable, but Aria could sense the shift in his energy—sharp, controlled fury simmering just beneath the surface.
Seraphina clutched Aria's sleeve tighter, her tiny fingers trembling.
Alexander's voice was low and lethal. "Speak."
Elias didn't waste time.
"The Elder is dead."
Silence.
A heavy, suffocating silence.
Aria's breath hitched.
The Elder? The wise, ancient man who had guided their kind for generations? The one they had spoken to just months ago, seeking answers about the curse?
Dead?
Alexander's stance stiffened, his entire body turning to steel. "How?"
Elias's face darkened. His golden eyes flickered with something grim—something unnatural. "Murdered. Brutally. And, Alpha… it wasn't a werewolf that did it."
Aria's heart pounded.