Squeezing his eyes shut, Faelan could only see the look in Aylward's eyes as their gazes had met. To this day, he didn't know who had held him.
"Yes. I don't know who. I didn't look back. Overthrown. He was overthrown."
All the man's many years he'd done nothing but try to keep them all safe, keep the peace and lead them the best he knew how. And when he'd grown old, that was how they'd repaid him. By rising up and betraying him for a new leader who cared nothing about them. Iaco only wanted the power he'd longed after for years, the freedom to let his ill-controlled inner wolf run free. Faelan hated him.
"They all stood there and I...I couldn't save him by myself. I couldn't..." Turning, Faelan buried his face in his pillow, trapping Sirius' hand there. He knew he was being weak, but at this moment, he couldn't stand the thought of being left again.