A sharp cry rang out in the middle of the night.

It wasn’t a howl.

It was painful. Close. Familiar.

I bolted upright from my sleep, heart hammering in my chest. The scent in the air wasn’t Henry’s or Alpha Ryan’s. It was blood. Fear. And something else…

Betrayal.

I grabbed my blade and ran, barefoot through the halls of the Blue Howl stronghold. Guards were already moving confused, frantic.

“What’s happening?” I demanded.

One of the younger warriors looked at me, ...