JUSTIN’S POV

The scent of liquor was heavy in the air at Night Claw Bar, the kind of place where Alphas came to drown their fury.

I leaned back on the leather couch. The bass was pounding under my feet.

My wolf paced in my mind. He was restless, growling for something or someone to tear apart.

Danielle had been injured because of me. Her car accident had drawn too much attention, and for the sake of the Silvermoon Pack’s name, I had to pretend to care. But guilt wasn’t what I felt. It ...