Sterling's POV

The Shadow Star pack house feels like walking into a predator's den—all dark stone and sharp edges designed to intimidate visitors.

'Perfect. This is exactly the kind of ruthless bastard I need.'

The butler leads me down corridors lined with weapons disguised as decorations. My wolf paces nervously, recognizing the scent of violence that saturates these walls. But I force myself to walk steady, shoulders back like I still have ...