One Night with Alpha
I preferred to feel my enemies' blood on my hands, or better yet, on my fangs.
I hated the feeling of being cornered, of not having control over every detail. This plan couldn’t fail; there was no room for error. An innocent life was at stake.
The life of the son I hadn’t even known existed until now.
I rubbed my eyes, trying to shake off the exhaustion. Last night had been awful. Nightmares tormented me, and my control over my transformations was growing weaker.
Nick entered the room with a deep sigh.
"We have the location where they might be keeping the boy, my Alpha."