HAYES
I walked out of the master suite with my skin still burning from the blood ritual.
Ciara was asleep on the furs inside, her breathing slow and heavy. Her skin was warm again because my blood was inside her system, feeding the twin Alphas in her womb. I had left her bed only because the territorial pull in my chest was screaming at me. Something was wrong in the keep. My wolf could feel a breach, a foul presence touching what belonged to me.
At the base of the grand stone stairs, Killan was waiting. His face was tense and his hand rested on the hilt of his blade.
"What is it?" I asked. My voice was low and rough from the heat of the room I had just left.
"We have a problem at the washhouse," Killan said, stepping into my path. "One of the lower-tier males was caught doing somethi
