~Aria~

From the moment Logan asked to see Beatrice privately— no, from the moment I heard their footsteps outside the door, I had felt it. That something was wrong.

“Speak to me, Logan. Where's Damon?!” I demanded, furious at their foreboding silence.

“The Alpha is dead,” the head guard said.

I froze.

For a moment, I did not understand his words. I saw his lips, felt the words drifted into my ears. But I did not understand the meaning of them.

It was as though air was punched into my lung in a rush, stopping me from trying to think, from trying to understand his words.

“Where is he?” I...