Doors of the royal nursery burst open, and Alpha Duncan stepped into the freezing purple twilight of the bedroom.
He had not paused to remove his formal leather armor, and the sharp, coppery scent of his reopened training wounds immediately cut through the heavy chill of the room.
Dr. Craig and Greta followed closely behind him, their faces pale and drawn with an absolute, helpless dread.
Duncan’s golden eyes instantly locked onto the four-poster bed. The moment he saw his youngest son’s small, sweat-drenched frame, the fearsome King of the Blood-Moon pack seemed to physically shrink. The unyielding, dominant aura that had terrified the High Council just hours ago completely collapsed, leaving only a desperate, bleeding father.
He crossed the room in three massive, staggered strides a
