The plan was perfect. Finally. I watched from my wheelchair by the window as the pack hall swarmed with activity, a hive of angry, buzzing bees. Whispers of Dominic’s attack on the elders were everywhere. Tyrant. Unfit. Mad.

A slow smile curved my lips. Good. Let them see him for the monster he was. Soon, they’d have no choice. They’d beg my father and the other elders to take control. And Dominic? He’d be on his knees, at our mercy. He could keep his fancy title, but he would be our ...