James's POV
My morning felt utterly tasteless. I had just remembered that Diz was no longer there; he had turned into dust. Yes, Emily had truly reduced him to dust. I couldn't believe the horrifying turn of events. After her wolves savagely attacked Diz, my thoughts turned to mush. The last thing I remembered was leaning on his shoulder, and after that, there was nothing.
"Looks like you're awake," Emily said.
The bedroom door opened, and Emily entered carrying a tray with breakfast. Honestly, now that I looked at Emily, she seemed different, as if she were surrounded by a formidable power.
"Emily, what really happened? Why did you kill Diz, and what about my wolf?"
Emily grinned widely. "Ah, your insolent wolf? He's dead, of course. Why would you want to defend and long for your wolf, which was clearly under a powerful spell? Do you forget your behavior yesterday before I saved you?"
