die

Lycan King of the Blackwood Pack ha

ssive antique vase swallow me whole. Through the cracked mahogany door of the study, the sheer

ash

sley's voice was a gravelly roar, laced with the lingering agony of silver poisoning. The Elders had confined him here under the guis

is Gamma, replied, his tone steady but strained. "No scent trail.

n two days. The Elders are breathing down my neck, Arthur. And to make

th. He was tal

absolute. "That wolfless Omega is a liability. Her lack of an inne

ief washed over me. His contempt was my armor. As long as he saw a path

m the penthouse, standing in Room 30

stable wolves. Julian Sterling was tearing at his hair, his eyes wild as

ble!" Julian snarled at me, thinking I was just anot

d precision no wolfless Omega should possess, I slashed through his flawed equation. I added

to a halt. Julian

hed on his board. The madness in his gaze fractured, replaced by absol

he whi

that algorithm for the war I was quietly buil

he sanitarium was clinging heavily to my clothes. I rounded the corner of

gsl

urled in instant revulsion. The scent of industrial bleach and medical-grade sanitizer rolled

" he demanded, his vo

the submissive Omega, and

He scoffed, stepping around me as if I were a disease. "Stay out

in front of him. But his growing obsession was a ticking clock. If I was going to keep my true nature hidden from a Lycan, I needed the one thin