ALPHA Arthur: The Mate Who Lied
The Southern wolves began to howl in terror, turning and leaping back into the churning river, desperate to get away from the small child on the bank.
"Solomon!" Phineas ran forward, grabbing the boy’s waist and yanking him back.
The connection broke. Arthur collapsed, face-first into the filth. He wasn't dead, but he was hollow. He lay there, twitching, his eyes staring at nothing.
Solomon blinked. The shadows retracted. The obsidian in his eyes faded back to silver-black. He looked at Arthur, then at his own hands.
"He was very empty," Solomon said.
Phineas looked at Arthur. The man who had destroyed his life was now a shell, broken by a seven-year-old. He felt no pity. Only a cold, sharp