★Nuel's POV★
I stared at the huge figure of Alpha Noca sprawled across the bed, still in disbelief at what had just happened. I couldn't even name what I felt as I looked at him. Pity? Anger? Hate?
Pity—because he was the one with the wolf that ravaged his own people. I had spent half the time I could have been asleep with, dragging Alpha Noca to his chambers, trying to understand why. How it could be possible that the great Alpha of the North would be the very beast haunting his lands.
My mind drifted back to that morning when I'd first seen the purple blood staining his skin, when he'd looked so disheveled, so broken. Only now did it all make sense. Only now did I realize the truth that he had shifted into something he couldn't control and in that state, he had torn his own people apart. No wonder the warriors were always dismissed from duty whenever there was a full moon. But why? How could an Alpha—the Alpha—harbor such a feral wolf inside him?
