Chapter Thirty

(Lena's POV)

Tony had a muderous look in his eyes.

"You did this; you sent the archer who killed my mate!"

Damien remained silent, watching him.

"Why, Damien?" Tony called him by his name for the first time, but I believe he was past caring what punishment would befall him. "Why did you kill her? I did all you asked; I went on my goddamed knees; I begged; and what did I get?"

Finally, Damien spoke up.

"Why do you think I did this?" He questioned silently, despite Tony's rage, and that only seemed to anger him, if not more.

"You captured her from my pack; you threatened her. What more evidence do I need? I knew you were angry at us—the fact that we liased with the vampire prince, the fact you lost your mate because of us—but never did I think you could do such a thing. She was all I had."

"I did not kill your mate, nor did I give out the order."

Tony shook. I didn't know if it was the silver he had been bound with doing that to him or if it was just pure rage. I believed the la