CAINE
I stalk through the banquet hall, my vision tinged with crimson rage. The Fiddleback wolves cower against the floor tiles, submission rippling through their bodies as my dominance rolls over them. But I don't care about their fear.
I need answers.
"Halloway!" My roar shakes the crystal chandeliers. "Face me, you coward!"
Jack-Eye's voice cuts through the mess in my head. Hospital says there's no patient registered under Grace's name. No blonde human female admitted in the last 48 hours. She's gone.
The world stops.
Everything narrows to a pinpoint of blinding rage. My chest constricts. My skin burns.
Grace. My Grace. Gone.
Where is she?
"Halloway!"
Movement flickers at the edge of my vision. The wolves on the floor—supposedly flattened by my dominance—spring to their feet with impossible speed. Eyes gleam with malice, not fear.
Chaos erupts.
