Alexander’s POV
The scent hits me from more than a mile away.
“That smells like—”
“Blood,” I growl. “A lot of it.”
“It’s coming from the direction of the camp,” the commander announces, pointing to the left.
The camp… Camila and Layla are back at the camp.
My wolf rams against the barrier in my mind, clawing at my control and trying to break free. I don’t let him take over, but I run. I sprint toward the camp with the rest of the warriors on my heels, but I’m faster.
Dread grips at my chest.
Something is very wrong.
The first body I see is a rogue, its throat torn out and eyes wide open with fear. The scent of blood grows heavier, but it’s the feminine, pained scream on the air that pushes me to run faster. The distance between me and the tree line disappears, and the moment
