POV: Alpha Dorian Graves
I smashed the mirror with my hand, ignoring the pain as glass shards cut into my skin. Blood dripped onto the cabin floor, but I didn't care. The face that had stared back at me wasn't my own. For a split second, I'd seen her there – my dead mate, Lyra – her eyes accusing, her lips forming the word "betrayal."
"She's not coming back," I growled to myself, picking a shard of glass from my fingers. "Not the way I wanted."
Around me, my pack members kept their distance. They'd seen my rages before. They knew better than to come close when I was like this.
"Alpha," Keira, my new Beta, spoke from the doorway. "Our scouts have returned from the Artemis territory."
I turned to her, not trying to hide my anger. "And?"
"The Mother's troops have attacked. The pack house is in chaos." She paused. "Amara Kings is with Elias Beaumont."
