Adrian had faced battles that turned warriors into ghosts.
He had stood before enemies twice his size, torn through packs that wanted his head, and faced betrayals that would have brought lesser Alphas to their knees.
But none of those moments terrified him the way the empty clearing before him did.
The ground was scarred.
Claw marks raked through the soil as if something monstrous had dragged its fury across the earth. Broken branches hung like shattered limbs. Drops of blood dotted the leaves, dark and chilling.
And Kane’s scent lingered everywhere.
Adrian’s wolf surged violently inside him, pacing, snarling, demanding answers he did not have. Every instinct in his body screamed that she had been here. That she had been in danger. That she had fought. And that someone else had bled
