I didn't blink that night. I didn't even get to the bed. I spent the night on the couch, my head on my knees with fear surrounding the air around me. When the clock hit seven am, I took a quick shower and headed to the town hall.

Opening the door to the surveillance room, I greeted my Alphas, “Good morning, Amely. Jared.” I nodded to each of them and approached the monitor.

My heart jumped, nearly bursting in shock when I saw the wolf in the cell was... a woman.

“Emilia Oliver, daughter of Alpha Arthur Oliver. His body is buried near Chicago where their pack was located, and...