Cassius’ POV

I ran back to the pack at midnight. Chase was dirty, tired, and broken. And so was I. I shifted back and sat in the living room, looking like a piece of sh*t.

I had thought the run would make me forget about everything, but it still plagued my mind like a fox’s eerie call in the dead of night. I need to get this constant hitch off my head. I can’t let it mess with my mental state.

“I need you at the Alpha’s palace with immediate effect,” I bellowed through the mindlink.

It all seemed like misery to me right now. Imogen’s death seemed suspicious, but...