“I’m sorry,” Gavin said in a moment of shame.

David shot to his feet. “You aren’t sorry. She was dead to you the moment you found your fated mate,” he hissed venomously.

What shame Gavin felt was overwritten by anger, his empathy lost. “She was a monster even before you manipulated her into turning Lycan.”

Enraged, David lunged at Gavin, shoving his chest before Lothair and Oslo pushed between them, their differences set aside in the ceasefire. Colt hovered behind them. ...