The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven

Draven.

I was halfway down the stairs when Rhovan stirred in the back of my mind, his tone uncharacteristically alert.

"She’s in danger."

I paused on the steps. "Who?"

"Our mate. Meredith. She’s calling for help."

I frowned. "And how the hell do you know that?"

Rhovan gave a low growl. "I can feel it. She’s panicking. Her heart rate just spiked and it’s not from fear of a person—it’s drowning panic. GO!"

A muscle in my jaw ticked. Drowning? Meredith? That stubborn woman? "What could she possibly be doing to need saving—Wanda again?"

Still, something in Rhovan’s tone had me moving faster.

I caught sight of one of Meredith’s maidservants, Azul. She was exiting the kitchen and entering the hallway with a plate of burger. She looked up, startled by my pace.

"Where is your mistress?" I asked without breaking stride.