ACE
The three SUVs came to a stop in front of the pack house like black omens against the twilight sky.
I stood on the front steps, every muscle in my body coiled tight. Lucas paced restlessly in my mind, wanting to shift and tear into whatever threat was coming our way.
*Let me out,* he snarled. *Let me protect our mate.*
*Not yet.*
The doors opened in perfect synchronization. Six men stepped out, dressed in tactical gear that screamed military precision. But it was the seventh man who made my blood run cold.
He was older, maybe fifty, with silver hair and eyes like chips of ice. When he smiled, it didn't reach those eyes.
"Alpha Winters," he said, his voice carrying easily across the distance between us. "I believe we have some business to discuss."
"I don't recall making any ap
