It was with great difficulty that the Alpha finally tore himself away from his wounded mate. Vera had been burning with fever all night, and he hadn’t left her side for a single moment. With every second he watched her suffer, Kirill felt a growing urge to tear those two apart with his bare hands.
By dawn, the fever eased slightly, and he left Vera in the care of Doc and Nina Sergeyevna.
Kirill walked through the corridors like a maniac heading for his kill. The wolves understood perfectly well what had driven him into this state and did not interfere.
Maxim was already waiting in the dungeon, having thoroughly “worked over” the two men. The werewolf sat in a reinforced cage, battered and bleeding. The human was chained tightly to the floor with heavy wolf-forged shackles. Neither of th
