Magnus's POV
His gaze slid toward Alexander. The doctor stood a little apart, pale under the moonlight, his hands clasped behind his back like he was trying to keep them from touching anything in sight.
Xavier turned his head at the same time. They didn't need to say anything. Alexander already knew what they wanted from him.
"You're the one who saw her last," Xavier said quietly. "You checked her before. You know her body. You'd know if…" He trailed off, his jaw tight.
Alexander exhaled a long, weary sigh. His shoulders slumped, as though he were carrying a weight far heavier than his years.
For a moment, he didn't speak. And then, finally…
"Yes," he admitted. His voice cracked faintly, but he didn't look away. "There's a high chance Meredith did this. All of it."
Magnus's chest jolted. A small laugh bubbled from his throat.
"My Little Wolf…" His grin split wide, his eyes glinting. "She finally found her fangs..."
