Azalea
“Gwen was killed,” Liam said in a somber tone. My brain stopped, my mouth dropped open, and I tried to formulate any type of speech. Gwen was killed? How? She has been locked up in the pack prison for years now. Liam held my face in his hands, worry now clouding his handsome features. “Azalea…” he said softly.
“I-I… what?” Coherent thought was escaping me as my mind reeled.
“She was murdered. When I got there, the entire prison was already locked down and the guards on her floor detained for questioning. Someone snapped her neck and left her to be found,” he explained gently.
“How? How did they get in past the security? How long was she like that before she was found?” I questioned. Liam’s face searched mine.
“Let’s sit down,” he said. “I’m worried about the pup and you.” I
