Malakai's POV
I pulled my mate down, shielding her with my body before my brain could even register the explosion that ripped through the chamber walls. Then came the smoke. It wasn’t normal. My throat burned, and my eyes stung like they’d been set on fire.
A f*****g tear gas.
Wolves dropped to their knees, some force-shifting mid-scream. Some clawed at their necks, eyes red and streaming. It wasn’t just smoke. It was poison to us.
Our heightened senses made it a hundred times worse than it would be for humans. The burn dug straight into our lungs, our nostrils, our minds. Alphas had it the hardest.
Without thinking, I ripped part of my shirt and tied it around Camilla’s face.
“Mals, what’s happening?” she asked, her voice muffled and trembling.
“Don’t speak. I’ll get you out of he
