All three of Addison's fated mates were now fully shifted, Zion's midnight-black wolf stood dominant, baring his fangs and snapping his jaws at the others, a clear warning to stand down. But Levi and Maxwell weren't yielding. They ignored the threat, pacing, trying to circle past the guards blocking the path to Addison's palace.
"Didn't the Royal Alchemist invent a suppressant?" the Royal Beta continued. "We may need to use it on them, before it's too late."
The Alpha King stiffened, eyes widening. The mention of the suppressant hit him like a jolt.
"No! That suppressant is still in the testing phase," the Alpha King snapped, his voice laced with both fear and fury. "The Royal Alchemist warned us, the side effects are worse than the symptoms. It may suppress a werewolf's rut or heat cycle temporarily, but when it returns, it comes back twice as intense. They could go feral… completely mad."
