GRAYSON

In under a second, I had Kyle pushed up against the wall with my arm to his throat.

He yelped in surprise, looking up at me with blood-red eyes.

I sucked in a breath as I looked into those eyes, immediately put off by their unnatural color.

It was one thing to see a Mortar like this—but my own beta? It made my wolf whimper.

We didn’t want to hurt him but knew we wouldn’t have a choice if it came down to it.

Red eyes could only mean two things.

Either you were a vampire yourself, or a Mortar was taking control of your body.

Neither explanation was...