Heather’s POV

“She’s not going anywhere,” Alpha Kayden’s voice sliced through the air, sharp and unyielding. I froze, sinking back into my seat. Across from me, Alpha Damon’s gaze darkened, eyes narrowing, but Stella’s gentle hand on his arm made him turn to her instead. He sighed heavily, tension buzzing beneath the surface.

“My spies have been stationed near the old ruins of the Night Angel pack,” Damon began, his voice low and troubled. “Where we found the strange ...