I shoot off the address, and he verifies it once before abruptly disconnecting the call. I sink to the cold floor beside the Alpha.

“This is going to be a long night,” I sigh tiredly. I still have to figure out what to do about the blood on the street and inside the shelter. Then there are the bodies. Where do I bury them? And how on earth do I explain all this damage?

“You have beautiful hair,” the Alpha suddenly murmurs. I notice the flicker of awareness in his gaze when I turn to ...