Hannah sat at the edge of her bed, a wicked smile curling on her lips as she ran her fingers through the soft fabric of her robe. The room was silent, save for the gentle crackling of the fire that bathed her in a warm glow. The news had just reached her—Kenneth was dead.
Everything had gone perfectly, even better than she’d imagined. The human was finally gone, his fragile body unable to endure the punishment the guards had inflicted. It had been inevitable, of course. Kenneth had always been weak—too weak to stand by Jeffrey’s side as his mate, too weak to survive the world of wolves. His death was nothing more than proof of that fragility. Proof that he had never belonged.
“Good riddance,” Hannah whispered to herself, her smile widening as she imagined the pathetic human, cold and lif
