Candace hesitated at the command, glancing between Susan and Devon. But when Devon bared his teeth, his sharp fangs glinting under the dim lights, she had no choice but to scurry away. The moment she disappeared through the door, Devon turned to Susan, mistrust and fear flickering in his intense gaze.
"This is exactly what happened the night she slept in my room," he murmured, voice laced with frustration. "But back then, she didn't speak. How does someone who passed out just because I asked for a single word suddenly wake up and say 'Dragons. They are coming,' so fluently? To my knowledge, Stealer wolves have no powers. Are you sure you gave her the correct suppressants and not one of those experimental DNA-infused ones from the witches we've been testing?"
Susan opened her mouth, then closed it again, her throat suddenly dry.
"Alpha, I... I will conduct a proper investigation," she finally managed to say.