I took a step forward and Markus Ahren staggered backward amidst the shocked expression of everyone in the room. I had taken a gamble and knew that Markus Ahren could smell the scent of Anthora in my blood. I wanted him to know that shifter blood had not killed me. Borderline mental was Alpha Lycus's plan. This way everyone would be afraid and a diversion would have been created.

“Not possible,” he kept muttering. “How are you still alive?”

I laughed ...