Outside the infirmary, the air was thick with the scent of impending snow. Fenri stood like a statue against the heavy timber doors. His hand stayed white-knuckled on the hilt of his sword. Inside, there was a terrifying silence, broken only by the occasional muffled shout from Caden.
He couldn't stop thinking about the blood he had seen on Caden’s face. His Alpha had been gray, gasping for air as if his own lungs were failing.
It made no sense. Caden was the strongest of them. Why was he falling apart over the daughter of their greatest enemy?
He heard a soft footfall on the stone. He didn't have to turn to know who it was.
"Is she dead?"
Sylvie’s voice was sharp, cutting through the cold air. She walked down the hallway with the grace of a predator, her eyes fixed on the locked door
