It was nearly midnight.
Alpha Adrian had left hours ago, saying he had "tribal business." He didn’t even glance at me. I sat on the edge of the bed, untouched tonic in hand. The herbal scent made me nauseous.
I opened my comm-stone and typed in a banned tracking command—Alpha Adrian’s lifebond beacon.
Match Found.
Location: West District, Shadow Wolf Guesthouse.
I clenched my fist and threw on my cloak.
The guesthouse catered exclusively to noble Alphas. There were Nightfog guards stationed at the front.
I approached. One of them stepped forward nervously. “Luna? It's quite late…”
“Alpha Adrian is inside, isn’t he?”
He hesitated. “I… I’m not sure.”
“Move,” I said coldly, brushing past him.
I followed the signal to the far end of the third floor. One door was slightly ajar. A fai
