Acarus holds up his hands. "Calm down, little witch. Your alpha is alive."
Alive.
What a weird way to put it.
Wouldn't someone normally say, your alpha is fine?
"What happened?" I ask, sitting back in the chair as I focus my gaze on Acarus.
"Great change. Rebellion. The end of days."
I frown. "What do you mean, a great change?"
The air is heavy, making it hard to breathe. Or maybe it's just that my chest is tight.
Acarus leans forward, his eyes intense. "The supernatural communities have risen up against the limitations imposed by human laws. It's not just the wolf packs. Registered communities, unregistered cities—they're all involved. War is everywhere."
Marcus's brow furrows. "How widespread is this unrest?"
"It started here," Acarus explains, "but once the media caught wind of it, riots spread to large communities across the country. This anger has been simmering for a long time. Many feel the humans have chained us with their biased laws."
