The heavy door slammed against the wall as Logan burst inside. The air in Kia’s chambers was thick with the scent of wine, smoke, and self-satisfaction. He had once ruled from this room—had once stood where Kia now sat—but it no longer looked the same. The banners had changed, the light was dimmer, and the once-steady heartbeat of the pack felt hollow.

“Kia!” Logan’s voice cracked like thunder. “Enough is enough!”

The words cut through the chamber’s silence, scattering the ...