Kane’s POV
Shaping my fingertips into clawed hands, I raced into the house, ready to battle whatever was waiting inside. I’m a strong Alpha born to rule, and I’ve trained in the ways of our warrior monks since I could walk and hold a staff.
I thought my strength would be enough for whatever I found in that kitchen–whether it be rogues or an assassin sent by Alpha Skye.
I was wrong.
Sprawled on the floor, surrounded by a growing puddle of red wine, Annalise lay on the ground, her eyes closed, her body very still.
Falling to my knees, I scooped her into my arms and pulled her into my lap. “Oh, Goddess, Annie! What have you done to yourself?”
“It's nothing, Archer,” she croaks, her eyes fluttering, her pupils dilated from something more than wine.
Something is wrong. She never ca
