a Cro

egrees. The air was sterile, faintly scented with polished leather. The two Mcleod warriors

aring out the tinted glass as the wipe

llar enterprise, he commanded absolute authority over half the continent's territories. But rumors had recently leaked that he was dying of an in

he had a term

were

agonizing substance known to our kind. Silver was the absolute biological weakness of all werewolves. Once injected directly int

ulsed rhythmically. My pure White Wolf bloodline carried the ancie

ad that cut through a vast, dense pine forest. High-voltage electrified fences and

s of a mansion resting on the cliffside. It loomed against the

ght air swept over me, carrying the sha

of the wide granite steps. His posture was stiff, his eye

shallow bow. "The Alpha is waiting in

the staff of this estate, I was just another

nd followed him i

ent the doors slid open, a suffocating, violent wave of Alpha

slightly under the oppressive weight of his leader's aur

e butler stammered, unable to take anot

tood,"

mahogany double doors at the far end. With every step, the air g

and pushed t

ysical blow. A heavy metallic stench of blood ming

the dark room, a towering man lay curled in ago

on Mc

d, clinging tightly to his broad, heavily muscled frame. A single dim wal

door behind me. I moved toward the bed, intendi

of the mattress, a sudden, into

, winter frost,

art hammered against my ribs, my blood surged into a boiling ru

l, my dormant White Wolf let ou

i

undeniable surge of M

grounded me, allowing me to forcefully suppress the overwhelming biolo

en shift in the air

er light, consumed by primal madness and agony. The silver poison h

h, his large, vein-corded h

ike a vise of solid steel, slamming me

thal rasp, vibrating with an Alpha's deadly c