Jeffrey’s blood boiled with anger as he marched through the packhouse. His boots thudded heavily on the wooden floors, each step echoing with the fury coursing through his veins. The moment Gavin had alerted him to the presence of rogues, his instincts had sharpened to a knife’s edge. It was one thing after another—Kenneth’s suspicious fate, the council’s pressure to find a new Luna, and now a rogue attack threatening their territory. It felt as if the universe itself was conspiring against him and his pack.
He pushed the main door open and stormed down the stairs of the packhouse, his eyes flickering with the intensity of his wolf, Kai. The familiar sensation of the shift prickled just under his skin, his wolf pushing to be let out, eager to confront whatever danger lay ahead. His jaw cl
