There was nothing we could do. Whatever Zyren gave him simply finished the job, she thought, already certain that the other werewolves would accept such an explanation.
Her gaze shifted toward Falson, a silent question in her eyes.
He did not hesitate.
"I understand," he said, straightening his back as he stepped away from Jared's body. "Zyren's poison is to blame."
Gregory didn't need to think twice before doing the same. He quickly moved back as well, putting distance between himself and the fallen Alpha.
The three of them stood there in silence.
And watched.
The blazing fury in Jared's eyes slowly dimmed… then disappeared entirely.
Annoyingly, it took longer than Clara would have liked.
His body struggled more than she had expected, his chest jerking weakly, his fingers twitching against the floor as though some stubborn instinct still refused to let go of life.
Clara watched it all without emotion.
