Dante’s POV
About two minutes after Elara called all the boys except me, Malek, and Jason, the boys from Alpha Kael’s pack spilled out of the living room, pale and shaking.
“Kael!” Riven shouted up the stairs.
“What?!” came the sharp reply.
“Come down here! We have a problem!” Corin yelled. Wait… a problem? And why is my mate still in that room? Why didn’t she run like the others?
Then a scream echoed from upstairs. Kael’s feet pounded the stairs, but my eyes were already locked on Elara as she collided with the wall, denting the plaster with her momentum. She rose, composed, deadly, and fixed Kael with a glance that froze him in place.
“H-he’s here?” Kael stuttered. An Alpha… stuttering? My mind almost refused to process it.
“Yes. He is,” Elara confirmed, her voice icy and precise
