Alpha Logan excused himself from the madness of the hall, slipping past the wolves who were too drunk on joy and liquor to notice the tension in their Alpha’s steps.
His heart thundered, his breaths sharp, his skin cold like death had brushed against him. He leaned into the shadowed corner, forcing his chest to rise steady, forcing his mask of strength back onto his face.
He had to look untouchable. He had to look like a f*****g Alpha, not some fragile bastard choking on invisible chains.
But then...
A voice. Sharp. Urgent. Desperate.
“Aurora,” a male voice whispered.
Then a cry. Aurora’s. Terrified. Raw.
“We need to leave here at once! The black orb...it’s shining.”
Logan froze. His blood turned to ice, his head snapping toward the half-open door across the hall.
Inside, Aurora
