(Alexander's POV)

The next morning, I was rudely awakened by the disturbing sound of a she-wolf's heart-wrenching sobbing echoing through my bedroom.

My head was still painfully groggy from the excessive amount of moonlight wine I had consumed the previous evening.

But the sound of crying instantly sobered me up, cutting through the fog of my lingering hangover like a sharp blade.

I sat up quickly in bed, my heart immediately racing ...