Alpha Kingsley POV
I had been quiet and distant ever since leaving that small town.
The feeling of not being in control… or being watched… left a bitter taste in my mouth—and in my entire being.
Things were getting more serious and complicated than I had expected.
The enemies lurking in the shadows were beginning to show their fangs and claws, probably searching for loopholes and weaknesses to exploit.
The dark figure I caught in the woods, the one that had been following us, died instantly.
It didn’t even give me a chance to interrogate him.
Whoever was behind these people was ruthless.
Decisive.
Calculated.
The dark figure… and even the dead guard in my pack…
They all seemed to be affected by a strange curse.
A curse that activates the moment they are captured—poisoning them
