Lucian’s voice cut through her spiraling thoughts. "You’re a coward," he spat. "Hiding behind lies and deceit. If you wanted to face me, you should have done it honorably."
Axel laughed, the sound cold and mocking. "Honor?" he repeated. "Don’t make me laugh, Lucian. Honor doesn’t win wars. Strategy does. And thanks to your mate here, I now have access to every hidden corner of your precious pack house."
Isla flinched at his words, guilt stabbing through her like a knife. She had unwittingly given him the tools he needed to destroy Lucian’s pack.
Lucian’s fists clenched, his claws digging into his palms as he fought to keep his rage in check. "Let her go," he demanded, his voice sharp. "This is between you and me. Isla has nothing to do with this."
Axel’s smirk didn’t waver. "Oh, but sh
