POV: Tybalt Capulet

The scent of deception hung thick in the Great Hall, and my wolf was restless with unease.

I moved through the glittering crowd of pack nobility with predatory grace, my formal wear immaculate despite the tension coiled in every muscle. To the casual observer, I appeared to be simply another young Alpha enjoying the Autumn Equinox Ball. In reality, I was a weapon disguised as a gentleman, scanning for threats to my family's honor with the single-minded focus of a born ...