I came out to clear my head a bit. Cassius's words kept ringing in my ears, no matter how hard I tried to shove them aside. I was curious — too curious — about what the King was planning next.
Jesse's Bloodmoon Pack was practically useless now. But it still wasn't so useless that the King would simply kill an Alpha and leave it at that. No. There was something else brewing. I could feel it, thick in the air like a coming storm.
I stripped off my formal cloak, tucked it under my arm, and shifted into my wolf form.
The transformation ripped through me — painful, raw, freeing.
My paws hit the ground hard, the wind tearing through my fur, the cold slicing my lungs. I ran until my muscles burned, until my heart pounded, until my mind quieted enough to think straight.
For a little while, it worked.
For a little while, I almost felt like myself again.
But then I noticed it.
A strange scent on the wind.
Blood.
Fresh. Sharp.
