“We’ll fix it,” I growled.
 
 “What?” Savannah asked, suddenly shaken from her own silent stare.
 
 I’d been talking to my wolf, but it could have just as well been her.
 
 “We’ll fix your situation, Savannah. But first, we’ve got bigger problems.”
 
 “Fuck. What now?”
 
 “Kahanov.” I turned the laptop toward her. “He retaliated last night while
 
 we were sleeping. He has more power than any of us suspected. Twenty-one
 
 more members of my pack didn’t wake up this morning.”
 
 Darkness settled over my soul. I wanted to hunt. To kill. To protect my
 
 pack.
 
 Savannah’s eyes widened, and she braced against the counter. “Twenty-
 
 one…”
 
 “They’re sleeping, not dead. We need to find a way to wake them and
 
 stop him.”
 
 Her voice broke with half a sob. “Oh, my God, this is all my fault. Why?
 
 Why do I bring an avalanche of shit down on everyone around me?”
 
 Rage and protectiveness flared within me, and I steadied her as she
 
 swayed. “It’s not your fault. He’s a monster, and we’re going to stop him.”
 
 She nodded, and I sucked in a deep breath. There was no good way to
 
 explain the next part. I let some of my alpha presence wash over her to calm
 
 and steady her before I spoke.
 
 “There’s something else you need to know. Kahanov sent dream
 
 messages to many, and rumors are flying. He wants you in exchange for the
 
 lives of the sleepers.”
 
 She clutched her towel, and her fear filled the room. “Your pack hates
 
 me. Someone will—”
 
 “You’re safe. My pack obeys me, and none of my men or women would
 
 ever do anything to harm you. Yes, they may resent you, but they’ll protect
 
 you while we find a way to stop him.”
 
 Savannah shoved away from the counter and placed both hands against