Gavriel’s eyes narrowed, his tone sharp and cutting. “Speak.”

Simon swallowed hard.

“The men we secured in the infirmary, the ones hurt at the southern breach… they’re not themselves anymore. Their wounds should’ve been healing, but instead they grew restless, violent. Some of them…” he hesitated, his throat working, “…they began tearing into flesh like beasts. Not just meat, Alpha. Human flesh.”

Althea’s eyes widened, horror washing over her. Her stomach ...