Ivy burst through the door without knocking.

The smell hit her first.

Blood. Fear. Wolf scent.

“Lisa!” Ivy shouted.

The living room was a mess. A chair overturned. A table cracked. And Lisa was on the floor, unmoving, her head turned to the side, blood at her temple.

Ivy’s heart dropped.

“No,” she whispered, stepping forward.

A slow clap echoed.

She froze.

Alpha Ren stood near the center of the living room, his back half-turned to her. He was calm. Too calm. One hand rested in his ...