The alpha is unwell.

Rain still clung to his cloak, mixing with the blood on his hands. Not his own, not this time. Corvin’s blood. Kaelen’s too. He had found them in the forest, both wounded—Corvin’s smug face smeared with red, Kaelen clutching his shoulder and spitting curses.

Draven hadn’t even had time to ask what happened before guards appeared, eyes burning with distrust, surrounding him like he was the monster they’d been waiting to catch.

And now, he was ...