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Alexander I scrubbed a hand down my face, suddenly feeling like I was sobering up. What I had just said to Fiona was terrible. In my head and in my heart, I believed none of it to be true. I didn’t know where that voice had come from. I could only think to blame the blinding red rage that took me over sometimes. My Alpha wolf’s rage. It was a rare kind of strength that I actually prized, the thing that made me unstoppable on the battlefield and saved my life a thousand times over in the face of mortal danger. But my rage had never taken me over by surprise like that before. I’d been able to control it since I was a teenager. Able to wait for the right time to let it out, only unlocking the box that held it inside when I had a deserving victim in front of me. Like a vampire that need