Present Day
The afternoon sun slanted through the windows of the pack house, casting warm light across the stone corridor as Lucas made his way to his father’s office. He could already feel tension humming beneath his skin. The summons hadn’t come with any explanation, but Lucas had spent enough time in this house to know something was coming.
When he opened the heavy oak door, the sight that greeted him confirmed it.
His father sat behind the large desk, hands folded, expression unreadable. Beta Peter stood just to the side. Hendrix was seated in one of the chairs. Landon leaned against the far wall, arms crossed, gaze flicking to Lucas for just a moment before he looked away. The gamma, Jason, sat with Jeremiah on the couch across the room.
“Close the door,” Alpha Marcus said.
Lucas
