The silence that had filled the Obsidian Castle for three days was officially dead. Now, the halls were filled with a terrifying noise—the sound of hundreds of claws digging into the stone floors and the deep, hungry snarls of wolves who had completely lost their minds. Inside the bedroom, Drake and Dracon stood staring at the heavy oak doors, watching the wood tremble under the weight of the bodies pressing against the other side. For the first time in their long lives, the Alpha Kings were actually shaking with worry.
They were the apex predators, the strongest of their kind, but the scent pouring out from the bed behind them was doing something crazy to the pack. It was turning their own loyal warriors, men and women they had trained and led for years, into mindless, drooling animals.
