GREGOR POV

The call from Zach came at midnight, the hour when only wolves and conspiracies stay awake. His voice was low, ragged, the way it gets when he’s been running intel for too long without a proper shift to burn the stress off.

“Alpha,” he said without preamble. “I’ve decoded the message Beta Xander smuggled out from the human territory. You’re not going to like this.”

I braced a shoulder against the windowframe of my quarters, the rain hammering the panes like impatient ...