VANESSA'S POV
The rage that poured from Adrien was a living thing, a storm contained within the four walls of his study. It was cold now, a deadly, focused ice where before it had been a wildfire. He had turned from the window, and his eyes, when they met mine, were chips of frozen emerald.
He didn't speak. He didn't need to. The scroll on the desk said everything.
Kael, looking as if he wanted to rip something apart with his bare hands, finally broke the silence. "They are trying to lure you out, Alpha. This is a goad. Pure and simple."
The dead raven was a grotesque paperweight. The message, written in the same crimson ink, was shorter, more vicious.
"A strong Alpha protects his pack. A weak one lets his parents' killers taunt him from the shadows. Which are you, Adrien Mistwood? We
