STEFAN MONTESSORI
Another death!
"Alpha Stefan! Alpha!"
The knock on my door wasn’t normal. It was too frantic. Too loud. Like whoever was outside didn’t care about the guards posted outside.
I sat up from the bed, groggy and bare-chested. The girl lying beside me stirred. I pushed her off with a grunt and stood, grabbing my robe.
The knock came again.
“I heard you the first time!” I snapped.
I yanked the door open. It was Grell, one of my oldest guards. Sweat poured down his face. His eyes were wild.
“What?” I barked.
“Alpha… it’s happened again.”
“What happened again?”
He swallowed hard. “Another death. Just like the others.”
My stomach clenched.
I stared at him for a long second, then turned back into the room. “Get the elders. Now. And don’t let the people talk about this
