Ryder POV

I watched Gio drive away, his smug face visible through the tinted window. My wolf wanted to chase him down, tear out his throat, leave him bleeding on the road.

"Don't," Jolie said quietly. She was still holding that damn paper. "He wants you to lose control."

"Working," I growled.

Cass locked the gate behind the SUVs. The pack gathered around us, their faces grim. Everyone knew what this meant. The Council didn't issue summons lightly. And they definitely didn't offer ancient ...