"Sit straight," Kade commanded, voice a subterranean growl laced with arctic menace that buckled spines long tempered in pack wars.
The lead elder gulped air. "Alpha… we...."
"Words escape you only on my leave," Kade severed, silver eyes flaying them one by visceral one, pinning souls bare. "Grasp your sin? The alchemical death slipped to my Luna's sanctum?"
The second elder's mouth worked silently, lips quaking. "I… we didn't...."
"Lies rot here," Kade eviscerated, tone a scalpel's kiss. "Each pilfered breath, each guarded truth, buys fragile pulse. I end it, now, without effort."
A woman twitched forward, voice splintering. "Alpha, please...."
