What the doctor said brought hope to all of us, but soon, I received a call from The Alpha of Crimson Fangs, Dimitri Volkov.
The call from Alpha Dimitri Volkov was both expected and unsettling. I stepped out of Aria's ward, the soft sounds of the machines behind me fading into the background as I pressed my phone tightly against my ear.
"Peter Waynes is making his move," Dimitri's deep, accented voice said. "He's been planning for some time, Magnus. I've confirmed it. He wants revenge for his son's death."
I smirked at the mention of Damon Waynes. That pathetic excuse of a boy had brought his death upon himself five years ago when he dared to mess with my mate. His father, Peter, had gone suspiciously silent after Damon's death, but I knew it wasn't over. Revenge like his festers, growing stronger with time.
"What's the plan?" I asked, keeping my voice calm, though inside I was already bracing for the battle to come.
