Chapter 19
Kross
The shadows of the black market clung to my boots as I stepped back into the light of Crescent City.
The small glass vial was tucked securely in my trousers pocket—a bitter green serum meant to suppress the urges building inside me. Not desires. Instincts. The kind no Alpha should possess.
The kind only a Lycan would know.
My fingers grazed the vial through the fabric. Cold. Fragile. But it might be the only thing standing between me and another blackout... another night waking up in the woods with blood under my fingernails and bodies rotting in the dirt.
No memory. Just guilt. Just whispers.
They said it was rogues. Wild wolves. Accidents.
But I knew better.
That night a month ago had changed everything.
I'd woken with a shredded shirt and pain behind my eyes l
