A Game of Shadows
The chains burned against his wrists, biting into his skin like fangs of iron. Wolfsbane still coursed through his veins, dulling his strength, but Alexander barely noticed. His focus was elsewhere—on the flickering torches, the damp air, and most of all, the thing that watched him from the shadows.
He had felt its presence before. Subtle at first, like an itch beneath his skin, a whisper just out of reach. But now, it was undeniable.
Something was here.
And it wasn't Kael.
The rogue Alpha had left in a hurry, his usual arrogance cracking at the edges. He was afraid. Not of Alexander. Not even of the monster inside him.
But of the other presence lurking in the dark.
Alexander leaned back against the stone wall, forcing his breathing to steady. He needed to think.
Kael thought he had won. That was his first mistake.