37. Ayr

Under the darkest of night skies, I forced Elle to stare at a pile of bodies. The Elle who simpered and fluttered her eyelashes in the carriage with me on that first visit would have shrieked and had a fit at the sight of a man's guts spilling out down onto the head of another.

This Elle was cool, serious. Her simple gold jewellery shimmered under the cool moonlight. This woman was in no need of an Alpha to help her lead as she had so desperately declared.

Studying the corpses closely, her amber eyes were constantly flushing with her wolf's golden hue. Studying her silently, I wondered how I ever found her to be identical to her sister.

Everything about her features, by mere millimetres, is distorted, forced. At least when Cass waves her arms and calls me a callous bastard it’s genuine emotion.

Elle continues staring down at the pile even after men like Beta Cesar look away. That jade-eyed Beta looks edgy, forever glancing over at my men like he expects an attack. Lucas isn't inti