For a moment, no one spoke.
The scene was just too heavy for anyone to form words. It was unbelievable how things had gotten out of control so quickly.
Rowland's corpse still lay sprawled where he'd shot himself, brutally reminding the rebel wolves just how close they were to the grave right now. One wrong move and they would join him.
"Well," Micah drawled, "I guess I'll be visiting two new faces in hell now."
Cane flinched, the memory of his own visit still fresh in his mind. He could almost imagine Drake and Rowland arriving in hell and realizing how much of a mistake they had made. Except it was too late.
Ezra took a step forward, his gaze sweeping over the rebels. His wolf was still simmering under his skin, furious, and ready to kill.
"So," he said slowly, "does anyone else want to die tonight?"
There was nothing but dead silence. The rebels didn't even dare to breathe loudly.
