Khana's actions with the Maugrim had been terrible, one he punished savagely for. But because of his concern for Delmas, he had reached out to the Maugrim, only to be reassured that measures had been taken.
Measures… that were now proving effective.
'Now I just have to get rid of that useless little boy and everything will fall into place.'
He couldn't let his reputation be tarnished. Khana's mistake had nearly cost him everything, but it was his mess to clean. They had to move forward.
But with all the unrest in the clan, making a major move on Malakai now would be too risky.
His eyes drifted to the calendar on the wall. One date had been circled in red.
'The Hunt…'
Varnel hummed.
Malakai had turned fourteen. This was his final chance to participate in the Hunt, so there was no doubt he would attend.
'That might be the perfect opportunity.' His eyes gleamed.
…
"Did you do it?"
At the cold voice, a trembling feminine one immediately responded,
"Y-yes, N-ninth Vein."
