Chapter 83

Anderson sifted through the large crowd, the servant holding him up briskly accompanying. He was limping and staggering, sweat covering his forehead as he pushed through the large group of lycans standing around his compound.

He had been in one of his meditative spots when the news had come in, jittering him and rocking his world to the core. He had caught a glimpse of Lucas standing around, and a few council members, but he was too out of it to think right now.

He finally got to the last line and what he saw made him drop to the floor, his incomplete leg bending at a weird angle.

His hand came up to his head, his eyes wide and rapidly filling with tears, his chest swelling.

"Es...Esmeralda."

Her body was carefully wrapped, and it looked almost intended. He moved forward, his lips quivering hard, his chest heaving as he brought his shaking fingers to her face. He could hardly recognize her, his blood boiling hot and running cold at the same time.

"Esmera