The world had gone to shit in under five minutes.
One second, Dante was a force of nature, stalking through the woods like a god of war. The next, he was a dead weight in Archer's arms, his breathing all wrong…sharp, shallow gasps that didn't sound like breathing at all.
Archer's heart was trying to beat its way out of his chest as he hauled his Alpha through the silent corridors of the main den.
Every shadow felt like it was watching ,for some reason.A spooky feel Archer never experienced before in his own home ground.
At the back of his mind there was another non-stop record playing. " Alpha shouldn't be here. He should be in the infirmary.Either the doctors or the witches. Who else would be able to diagnose and treat Dante at the moment?Why did Lady Demetria want the Alpha at her chamber? Were the Seers there?"
The thoughts were like drumbeats…resonating in time with his frantic steps.
Then he paused as the door came into view. Lady Demetria's door.
It was open.
