The King's Mark

POV: Alpha Vander.

I watched her wear a path into the hardwood floor. Back and forth. Her teeth tore at her nails, chewing them down to the quick. Panic poured off her skin, thick and sour, filling the room with the scent of burning copper.

"Fallon, he doesn't know anything," I said, keeping my tone level.

"He was questioning me." She spun around, eyes wide and manic. "He wanted to know who I