Draco disappeared from Alexander’s view as more soldiers poured into the clearing, cutting him off. Snarls and the clash of teeth and claws filled the air.
Patrick, realizing the chaos was growing uncontrollable, veered away. He had seen that look in Alexander’s wolf’s eyes before—the kind that meant there was no reasoning left in him, no restraint, only bloodlust. If he stayed too close, he’d get himself killed; besides, he had a business to handle... the real reason he was here.
So he broke off from the fight, circling around the pack house in search of Draco. If he could find the Alpha before Alexander did, maybe he could prevent this night from turning into a full-blown m******e.
The corridors were quiet as Patrick moved, listening for any sign of movement. Then he heard it—the low
