I woke up facing the door, and the snarl of the guard with bright golden eyes and stark moon-white fur greeted my morning.

I’m already used to that. But what I’m not used to is waking up thinking about the Alpha of the Blood Dawn Pack. And his scent stains the air in The City Under.

Fuck Alpha Cain. Fuck Alpha Cain. Fuck Alpha Cain—

The guard snarled again, and I jolted upright, forcing my feet to remain balanced on the cold rocky ground.

“Yes?” I exhaled a cloud of misty breath. Seriously I don’t know how none of the Omegas here were still alive despite the cold.

“Good morning.”...