Maximus

I had Dominic at my side, pale and taut with whatever courage could be assembled from shame and sleeplessness. Maybe he felt guilty about betraying his Alpha after all.

Behind him, two of my closest took point, faces set like stone. We had a plan that fit on a single sheet of bone and a single promise: get in, take him, get out.

The pack house crouched at the ridge like something ashamed of itself. Torches burned along the walls, the light keen and stupid. Sentinels ...