With a heavy, lupine sigh, Dr. Mercer went to mix the sedative-salt. Once the draught took effect, the Alpha’s tremors subsided. Still light-headed and clawing at his temple, Hudson’s voice was a ragged growl as he looked at Preston. “Exile them from the chamber. You know the cover story for the Pack Council.”

“Yes, Alpha.” Preston nodded, ushering the healers out.

Hudson stared out at the jagged peaks of the Silver Ridge, his eyes flat. He had been fighting this venom for two weeks, ever since a low-ranking pregnant omega in the kitchens had "lost" her pup under suspicious circumstances. It was a clear assassination attempt; someone had laced the...