The corridors of the Alpha wing trembled with Alfred’s fury. He didn’t say a word as he strode through the pack house, but his aura pressed against the walls like a storm waiting to break. Wolves ducked their heads, some flattening against the stone to avoid his gaze.

Bella hurried beside him, her hand brushing against his as if to steady both of them, but he didn’t slow. His jaw was locked, his breaths ragged.

When they reached the heavy oak doors to his chamber, Alfred shoved them ...