The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven

Draven.

~Wedding Day~

"Alpha, a body was found just before dawn."

Jeffery's voice sliced through the heavy silence, his tone clipped and serious.

I didn't turn immediately. My gaze remained fixed on the standing mirror before me as my attendant fastened the clasps of my ceremonial robe. The deep black and crimson fabric draped over my broad shoulders, the weight of tradition pressing against my skin.

Jeffery stepped further into the chamber, his reflection appearing in the mirror. "Another werewolf. Same method. The heart was taken."

My fingers stilled against the fabric. A slow, simmering rage coiled in my chest.

I finally turned, my golden eyes snapping to Jeffery's. "Where?"

Jeffery pulled a folder from his coat, flipping it open. "In the main city. Near the merchant quarter."

He handed me a photograph. The image was gruesome.

A clean, precise kill. No signs of struggle. The victim's chest cavity was ripped open with brutal efficiency, the heart completely missing.