“You shall be the Alpha if something ever happens to me or to my son before he’s born…” Those words reverberated in Beta Ariel’s ears days before this bloody night—this red wedding.

            He watched Sheila run away and vanished to that door and stared incredulously at Celine on the floor. 

            “Be—Ariel…please.” He shook his head, whether in dismay or disagreement, no one knows.

            “Please save my son. Please call Jon—the Alpha.” One minute, her voice is jolly and vivacious towards Sheila. Now that she was on the threshold of dying, her voice was hoarse and in pain. Desperate. “Please. Just let my son live.”

            “I will.” That was the first...