“What the hell is this?” I snarl, spinning to face her.

“Let me out!”

She tilts her head, smiling. It’s the kind of smile that curdles blood.

“Oh, my dear Alpha,” she says. “While your uncle’s corpse is certainly useful… fresh alpha blood and flesh is far more potent.”

“No!” I growl. “You said–”

“I said a corpse can work but did I say I'll be taking it?” Her hands lift, fingers weaving through the air, pulling symbols I don’t recognize from ...