I watched Aliza carefully slide her knife from her pocket. I watched as she walked with grace and confidence as the glinting knife dangled between her fingers.

And then I watched when she tripped, holding the urge to laugh at how ridiculous her distraction was.

“Hey, Al!” Rocco, bodyguard and Warrior, sprinted at Aliza, who was clutching her knees as if she was heavily wounded. “Stop crying, you’ll wake the Alpha!”

But Aliza continued to sob. She bawled so loud that it shook the owls hooting in the nearby trees.

Rocco wrapped his arms around Aliza, whose face showed utter concern and worry. He’ll take her to the infirmary as...