The hallway was chaos. Screams, panicked footsteps, and a blur of white coats as nurses rushed past me, barely registering my presence.

“Matteo!” I shouted over the noise, turning toward the stairwell.

Then I saw him—my Beta, storming down the corridor, his face grave, skin pale. Blood speckled his shirt. Not his.

“Your Majesty,” he said, breathless. “You need to come with me.”

“What’s going on?” I demanded, already knowing I wouldn’t like the answer.

“It’s Loki,” he said darkly, glancing around. “There’s been… deaths. Multiple. Last night. We didn’t even hear it—he made sure of that.”

I froze, cold crawling down my spine.

“What?”

“He hit several packs at...