"Kane had called him an Alpha of Alphas," I muttered to myself bitterly, knowing that no other wolf’s mark would be strong enough to break Adam’s hold on me. Lucas’s bite would have done nothing but scar my neck for no reason. Claire, my wolf, was furious at Razor for claiming her like this—trapped in an incomplete bond. I could feel her anger simmering beneath the surface, matching my own.
In the midst of my frustration, I thought of Kane. I needed answers, or at the very least, some comfort from someone who wasn’t tangled up in all this mess. I grabbed my phone and dialed his number. He answered after the first ring, and I felt a wave of relief wash over me just hearing his voice.
“Hello, Elsa!” Kane greeted me warmly, though I could hear the background noise, like he was in the middle
