Selene’s POV:

Half an hour later, the neon glow from the riverside café shattered into shards on the water's surface. I pushed open the door, and there was Lars, hunkered in the corner booth, a cup of stone-cold black coffee sitting untouched in front of him.

He looked a decade older: eyes puffy and red-rimmed, tie askew, like life had gnawed him down to scraps. Was this still the Alpha of the Ice Moon Pack? Sure, it wasn't the mightiest pack out there, but he'd always carried himself like ...