Draven
The scream tore through the corridor like a blade.
It was sharp enough to rattle the very stones beneath my feet, echoing along the high-vaulted ceilings of the pack hall with a violence that made every instinct inside me snap awake.
Such sounds did not belong here.
Arguments, heated debates, even the occasional clash of tempers — those were meant for the council chamber. They were contained within walls built precisely to hold the weight of Alpha authority.
Yet this cry had not come from there.
And I had just left that very room.
A cold certainty settled into my bones before my mind could even form the thought.
Valtira.
I quickened my pace the moment I reached the corridor leading to my chambers, my boots striking the stone floor in urgent rhythm.
Then I saw her.
Martina
