Council Member Brennan's quarters reeked of blood and something else. Something metallic and wrong that made my wolf bristle.

The healers had moved him to the infirmary, but they'd left the scene intact for investigation. Smart. I crouched beside the overturned chair, studying the claw marks gouged deep into the wooden floor.

"Three attackers, maybe four." Darius circled the room, his wolf so close to the surface his eyes flickered gold. "They came through the window. Broke the latch from ...