Theon sprinted down the marble halls ignoring the glares of the witches, demons, and vampires who worked for The Commission. They never liked werewolves anyway, so he ignored them when on official business for Merric, the werewolf who sat on the council. He had news now that Merric and the others would definitely want to hear, so he wasted no time rushing into the main chamber, ignoring all the decorum that only the demons really insisted on. Theo Blaze, a demon of the highest order, glared at him.
“What?” he snapped.
“Theo, he’s one of my informants,” Merric said lazily. Everything Merric did besides fighting was done lazily. “Theon, what is it?”
“Cillian O’Connor has a second chance mate,” Theon said quickly.
The entire chamber fell silent. This couldn’t be. An alpha with the
