Lucas's POV

The scent of dissent hangs thick in the morning air as I storm through the pack house corridors. Another whispered conversation cuts off as I pass, the wolves scattering like roaches when lights flick on.

'Cowards.'

My fist slams into the wall, leaving spider-web cracks in the drywall. Three separate incidents this morning alone—pack members openly questioning Moira's place as Luna. Each time Logan's been conspicuously absent, ...