DOMINICS POV

The mahogany doors groaned open, and I didn't bother lifting my gaze from the whiskey glass I'd been nursing. The ice had melted an hour ago, leaving the amber liquid as bitter as my fucking mood.

"This better be good news," I growled, my voice carrying that edge that made grown men piss themselves. "Because if it's not, somebody's going to bleed."

Marcus stepped forward with his usual pack of incompetent wolves trailing behind him. Their scent reeked of ...