The next morning brought Tybalt Capulet to Juliana's breakfast table like a storm cloud in an expensive suit. At twenty, her cousin had already earned his place as the pack's primary enforcer through a combination of ruthless efficiency and unwavering loyalty. He was everything the Capulet family wanted in a son—strong, traditional, absolutely devoted to family honor.

"Heard about the engagement," he said without preamble, loading his plate with enough food to feed a small army. "Lorenzo ...