Anna's POV
Alpha Dylan’s hand trembles as it grips my shoulder. I can see the anger radiating off him like heat from a fire. His eyes have turned blood-red.
“You’re not supposed to be here,” he growls, voice low and dangerous. “So what the hell are you doing here?”
His nails dig into my skin, making me gasp. My heart pounds in my chest, fear clawing its way up my throat. Just as I part my lips to speak, he suddenly screams—clutching his head like it’s splitting in two. He stumbles backward, knees buckling.
Before he collapses to the ground, I dart forward and catch him.
“What have you done, Anna?” His voice is low, broken, laced with pain and disbelief. He shoves me away before I can even respond and drags himself down the hall, leaving me frozen.
What does he mean?
All I did was wa
