The crowd at the Alpha’s palace was overwhelming, the tension palpable. People were gathered everywhere, priests performing ancient rituals, elders whispering in low, hurried tones. The smell of incense filled the air, and it made my stomach turn. The Alpha King was gravely ill, battling for his life, and everyone could feel the gravity of the situation.
Kai and I pushed through the masses, our hearts racing. How could this have happened? Who could’ve been responsible for something this treacherous? My mind immediately went to Marcus, but we had no proof. There was no time for accusations without facts.
We were halfway up the palace stairs when Angela appeared, blocking our path. Her face was hard, her eyes sharp as they flickered between me and Kai.
“Eva, don’t go in,” she said firmly,
