Martha’s scream tore through the air as she watched blood pool around Lily’s stomach where the knife had just been plunged. The maid struggled against the hands holding her back, her face contorted in horror.
“Stop this! You’ll kill her!” Martha wailed, her voice cracking with desperation. “You’ll kill her!”
The man who had stabbed Lily twisted the blade slightly before pulling it out, causing Lily to arch in silent agony. Her mouth opened in a soundless scream as tears streamed down her dirt-stained face. Another pack member approached with a wooden bowl, catching the blood that flowed from her wound.
“This should be enough for the Alpha,” the man muttered, watching the bowl fill with crimson liquid. “His life is worth more than hers. If it isn’t enough, there’s more from where that came from.”
Martha finally broke free from her captors and lunged forward, only to be caught again by stronger hands. She thrashed wildly, her gray hair coming loose from its bun.
