Aeon's POV:
The head of the pack mortuary stood outside the door, wearing a sycophantic smile while holding a tray of food for me.
"Alpha, Susan asked me to—"
I lashed out, slamming my hand into the tray and sending the food crashing onto the floor. My face burned with pure rage.
"Get the hell out!"
Before spinning around to slam the door shut, I glared at the terrified male clinging to the wall.
"Tell everyone to stay the hell away from here! Get Beta Evan to guard the door!"
I took one look at Anna's charred body, and every muscle in my frame froze. A sickening cold shiver shot up from the soles of my feet.
Her belly—which should have been high and round with pregnancy—was far too small!
Something was wrong.
Like a man possessed, I whipped off the white sheets covering the othe
