Lucas's POV

The memory of Moira's broken sobs still rings in my ears as I stalk through the packhouse looking for my twin. That bastard made our pregnant mate cry—made her sick with stress—and then just walked away like nothing happened.

'I'm going to tear him apart.'

The dining room is empty. His office too. I finally track his scent to the training ground, where I find him standing alone near the combat rings, staring out at ...