Chapter91: A frail alliance

KELLY THOMPSON'S POV  The silence in the grand hall was a living thing, thick and choking, as it wrapped around my heart with icy tendrils. I watched Alpha Biansky's face contort in horror, his imposing figure rooted to the spot where chaos had turned to tragedy. His eyes, those of a leader hardened by countless moons and battles, were wide with an anguish that clawed at my own soul. In them, I saw the reflection of every parent's nightmare-the death of a child, even one shrouded in secrecy and born of a forbidden affair. "Paul!" The name tore from his throat in a ragged howl that seemed to shake the very foundations of our world, shattering the oppressive quiet. His silver-white mane bristled, and for a moment, I thought he would launch himself at Jason, my husband, my partner, my heart. But there was something else in his gaze, beyond the raw edge of paternal grief-a burning accusation that fanned the flames of an ancient feud. "Murderer!" Alpha Biansky spat the word like a curse, hi