Rath.
Alpha Theron’s body lay sprawled on the floor, with a white sheet doing its best to keep the horror underneath modest. Naturally, I pulled it back because curiosity never killed a wolf, right? There it was—his head, sitting a respectable distance away from his body. Surprisingly, not as much blood as I’d imagined. I leaned in closer, activating my wolf vision like some kind of murder detective superhero. The cut was clean but…off. Whatever did this wasn’t a sword—maybe something from the "Creative Ways to Decapitate Your Alpha" handbook.
“What’s the story here?” I asked, trying not to sound like this was my first beheading investigation.
“The maids found him this way,” Chief Jake explained, looking like he’d rather be anywhere else. “No signs of a break-in, no theft. Just this…mes
