MACE

The anger in my veins was a cold, hard knot, tighter than any wolfsbane Michael could brew. My mother. My blood. A battery.

Michael.

The name tasted like ash and acid in my mouth. I thought I had known the depths of his depravity. I was wrong. He wasn't just a cruel Alpha. He was a parasite, feeding on the suffering of those he deemed lesser.

And now, he had Jaynayah again.

The thought was a physical ache in my chest, a constant, dull throb that mirrored the poison still circulating in my system, albeit diluted. My body was a wreck, every muscle screaming in protest as I forced...