The sight of my brother, my own blood, holding Antalya as a shield made my vision bleed red. He was a fool, a blind, arrogant pawn, and he had his hands on what was mine. The air in the grand hall was thick with tension, but all I could see was the pale, terrified face of my mate over his shoulder.

"You won't escape this, Dominic," Raymond spat, his voice tight with a fear he was trying to mask with false courage. "The pack council will see you for what you are—a killer. Unfit to lead. You ...