Erik froze.
For a moment, it felt like the world narrowed into that one image, Rudy's lifeless body, swaying gently from the rafter like a hanging toy.
The rope hung and the atmosphere was stagnant with the small of deaths
Fiona gasped behind him. "Gods…"
Erik took a shaky step forward, instinct kicking in even as dread shook his entire being.
He reached out and grasped Rudy's ankles, trying to steady the body as his other hand fumbled to cut the rope. It took longer than it should have.
His fingers trembled. His mind raced.
And as he did it, he thought about how he didn't want to be here.
How he wished he was anywhere but here even if it meant being in the same space as Anna.
Why was it now Xaden wasn't here that everything was going into complete chaos.
How would Xaden handle such atrocities committed in the pack?
The boy's body fell into his arms with a thud that knocked the breath from his lungs.
