What?
What did they just say?
Executed?
I stared down at my gleaming plate, and the faint reflection of my wide eyes in the ceramic stared back.
Executed. I hadn't misheard.
I wasn't stupid. I'd known Elly, Maria, and Kris had never thought of me as real family, even if they had given me somewhat preferential treatment when I did as they wanted. I wasn't grieving their loss the way I would have with loving family members.
But they were dead. Killed.
And they weren't the only ones. Images flashed across Osborn's mind, enough that I could gather immediately who the casualties were. Alpha Kris's siblings, aunts and uncles to Elly and Maria, pack members who had lived together for decades... killed. Executed.
But as horrifying as the splashes of crimson across Osborn's memory, what was
