The journey back to the high-security wing of the pack infirmary was a blur of frantic motion. The orderly sprinted down the dimly lit corridors, his breathing ragged, clearly terrified by the unhinged display of Alpha command he had just witnessed.

When my wheelchair finally crossed the threshold

The assassin glared up at me, his chest heaving as he struggled for breath beneath the crushing weight of Kaelen Thorne’s boot. Blood trickled from his nose, pooling in the grooves of the linoleum floor, but the defiance in his eyes was unmistakable. He was a professional, likely a rogue mercenary p

The morning of the tribunal dawned bitterly cold, the sky over the Ironwood territory a bruised, suffocating gray. It was the perfect backdrop for an execution masquerading as justice.

Dr. Aris wheeled me through the heavy oak doors of the Great Hall. The sheer scale of the room was designed to in