The Alpha's Hidden Fire

ar

tealing from wolves

ule? Don

ust broken both

moonlight. The guard groans at my feet, his silver-plated armor dented where my boot slammed into h

r

io

past like a shadow. But when he lunged from the alc

leeding. And I've lost t

low and hollow, echoing through the

m's been

tear down the narrow service alley. My palm presses against the gash on my f

has worn thin. Its bitter scent is fading fa

bangs open

wing!" a voice calls

for su

a stack of crates, landing hard and skidding on

d e

ses before me, slick with moss and smoke-stained soot. No doors. No w

fec

cidal

cale the lower wall, boots scraping, knees slipping. The opening is narrower than it looked-my shoulders barely squeeze

I hea

ho

ot even pret

ght like a blade, sharp

hunt

r. The sound circles like a p

icked up

with every inch. My skin scrapes ra

, a t

owl curls up

up the shaft and carrying w

're

ws against stone, the hiss o

Climb f

the opposite side. I shove myself upward in short, f

gleams above me-so c

en

natches

s, not

rash, panic

, you idiot,"

. Low. F

li

You'll bring the who

sted around, trying to s

to live? Listen to me. There's

les. No sound. They're

elping me?" My

able. "Because if Hayden finds you fi

releases my leg and drops down the

below-then the unmistakable clash

t from my ey

ters. On

y invisible in the soot. I shove it open and tumble in

ve. I bare

Footsteps thunder past. B

al

-for

place too well. Knew the chi

itchens. No servant with a sharp

. And I have no idea