With Lucas’ grip clamping down like manacles on my arms, and with the vise of guilt squeezing my heart and soul, I decide to confess to my mates.

“I didn’t know you. I didn’t have a bad thought about you until my father fed me a story about you being the worst tyrants in shifter history. That’s how he made it sound.”

Wiley let out a hiss. “You BELIEVED that load of crap?”

I let out a pained sigh. “And I believed him when he said he wanted to ...