POV: Kendrick
The crash of shattering glass jolted Kendrick from the patrol reports he'd been reviewing. He was moving before his conscious mind fully registered the sound, his wolf surging to the surface as he followed the noise to the manor's east wing.
He rounded the corner to find Ashina standing in the hallway outside the children's classroom, her hand outstretched, surrounded by the glittering remains of what had been a vase on a nearby table. Three young pups... none older than seven cowered against the wall behind her, their faces pale with terror.
And advancing toward them was a rogue wolf, massive and feral, foam dripping from its jaws.
Rabid.
Kendrick's blood ran cold. Rabid wolves were rare but deadly, the disease destroyed rational thought, left only mindless aggression and insatiable hunger. And somehow, one had gotten past their patrols, past all their security measures, straight to the most vulnerable members of the pack.
