At a corner of the Moonlight Pack housing, past the moss-thick stones and broken iron torches, the royal detective paused while grinding dry herbs into a fine black medicinal powder.
The smell was bitter and haunting. The herbs were meant to keep Alpha Logan alive after the way his body had collapsed two nights ago...when he coughed blood so thick it splattered the floor like oil.
But that grinding stopped instantly when he heard a violent clatter inside the room.
A metallic rumble. A table overturned. A weapons chest slammed open.
The royal detective’s entire body stiffened. His wolf stiffened deeper.
He rushed inside the room.
Alpha Logan was packing weapons.
Crossbows, obsidian-blade daggers, silver-thread ropes. He strapped his chest with a black iron harness. He looked half fe
