Michael's POV

Delilah skipped into the Alpha's quarters happily, and only when I was sure she was inside did I turn away, my jaw tight with frustration.

She'd tried to hide her arm, thinking I wouldn't see the faint scar on her arm. The wound looked too clean, meaning someone had hurt her deliberately.

My wolf snarled in my mind, demanding I find out who and make them pay. But that wasn't my call to make. Delilah wasn't mine to protect, she was Tristan's, but Tristan wasn't here.

Which ...