ALARIC'S POV

The forest swallowed us whole.

I ran.

Not like a king. Not like the architect of a new world. I ran like prey. The trees whipped past as I tore through them in my wolf form, Theon and the last of my hybrid warriors at my heels. My lungs burned, but I didn’t dare slow. Not with Dante on my trail. Not after what had happened at the lab.

They’d taken it. Burned it to the ground. My life's work reduced to smoke and shattered glass.

And ...