chapter 59. Unnatural Transformation

GRAYSON In under a second, I had Kyle pushed up against the wall with my arm to his throat. He yelped in surprise, looking up at me with blood-red eyes. I sucked in a breath as I looked into those eyes, immediately put off by their unnatural color. It was one thing to see a Mortar like this—but my own beta? It made my wolf whimper. We didn’t want to hurt him but knew we wouldn’t have a choice if it came down to it. Red eyes could only mean two things. Either you were a vampire yourself, or a Mortar was taking control of your body. Neither explanation was good. “Get talking,” I growled, pressing him further into the wall. Kyle whimpered slightly; his wolf was probably upset over the fact that his alpha was showing his distrust. It hurt me, too, but he had to know that I had no other option. If he was being controlled by a vampire, possibly even Azazel, then I would have to kill him. And if he was now somehow a vampire himself, no longer a werewolf, then he would s