Book two: Chapter 2

“Raine, Alpha Kravos wants to see you,” Grif says, leaning against the kitchen counter, sipping on his steaming cup of coffee. My puffy, unawake eyes glare at him as he smiles behind the last of the only elixir that can shake this terrible mood I am donning.

“Is that all the coffee?” I ask him, my voice sounding desperate, but I don’t care. Desperation in the face of coffee is the only place I wil