ALAINA’S POV

The air in the bar was thick with smoke, alcohol, and the smell of wolves.

Every sound seemed to echo – the beat of music, the sound of claws against the tiled floor, the quiet growls of men who lived by instinct.

My heart hammered in my chest as Justin’s cold voice echoed through the room.

“Logan, watch carefully. If you can hold yourself back, I’ll ask my brother to help your precious Kingston Group.”

His words were cruel, dripping with venom. The others laughed ...