Lucas strolled back to the pack house, hands buried in his pockets, shoes splattered with blood. That stupid alpha, Marcus, getting blood on him. How he was supposed to go straight back to his mate with the smell of traitor clinging to him, he didn't know, hence the detour to his suite at the pack house.

He ignored greetings from his pack members, convinced they would be able to see the residual bloodthirsty anger on his face. Up at his suite, he quickly peeled his clothes and shoes off, ...