Ryan

I stood in Gideon's grand hall, the scent of roasted meat, baked bread, and apple pie still lingering in the air. The former Alpha's body lay crumpled on the floor, a pool of blood spreading out from where his head used to be. The long table where he'd been feasting was now abandoned, plates and goblets scattered next to the corpse.

His guards had shifted at some point. They moved to flanked me, snarling with muzzles flecked with white.

They were old, past their ...