The wolf was massive—easily twice the size of a normal pack wolf. Its fur was a deep chestnut brown, almost bronze where the sunlight caught it, and those grey eyes blazed with lethal fury.
Alpha Xandar.
The Omegas scrambled backward, their faces draining of color. Some dropped to their knees immediately, necks bared in submission. Others simply stood frozen, terror written across their features.
Katia watched as Xandar shifted, his massive form shrinking and reforming into his human shape. Someone—one of his guards, probably—tossed him a pair of pants. He pulled them on without taking his eyes off the cowering servants.
"What," Xandar's voice was deceptively soft, "is going on here?"
The leader of the Omegas—the one who'd had her claws at Katia's throat moments ago—fell t
