I pushed the heavy oak door open and stepped into the Alpha’s study. Alpha Mich was seated on the plush leather couch, his aura a tangible wave of primal fury that made the very air crackle. His eyes, usually an ocean blue, were blazing a dangerous, aggressive crimson. The gaze of a powerful predator thwarted.
“Mich,” I called softly, but he didn't respond, his jaw tight.
“Damon,” I called, turning to the Beta who stood near the shadowed fireplace.
“What has the Alpha so... volatile?” I asked, my voice laced with false concern. Damon offered a brief, unsettling smile and approached me.
“Bad mood” he murmured.
“Why?”
“An unfortunate encounter. A fight.”
I raised an eyebrow, a cold spark igniting in my chest. “With whom?”
“Alpha Kael. He dared to enter our territory
