The old floorboards in the study creaked under Dominic’s weight, and I held my breath from my hiding spot in the shadowed armoire. The scent of his rage was a thick, coppery wave that washed through the room even before the door exploded inward. I’d been a fool to come here, to listen to Greeley’s desperate pleas for an alliance. But the old man’s words had wormed their way under my skin. He’s losing his mind, Raymond. The pack is suffering. Someone has to stop him before there’s ...