Caspian and Felix were in the Alpha’s room. Sage walked in as Caspian was pacing, Felix sitting on the couch picking dirt from his nails. Sometimes, his nonchalance was a comfort. Other times, Sage felt like she could smack him.

“We need to talk about Nikolas,” Sage told them, barging in without knocking.

“What’s wrong with him now?” Felix drawled, not bothering to look up as she entered.

“He looks like death f*cking walking, that’s ...