Gregor's POV

“He'll be here soon,” I said again as my eyes strayed to the broken windows of the Cadillac.

The little I knew Luca, I knew he was never late to anything.

“Someone's coming,” Carlson growled, getting taut, ready to battle.

“Calm yourself,” I said. “It's only Luca.”

“And you know this how?”

“Don't tell me you don't know the scent of your Alpha's son,” I glared at him.

It wasn't possible. Every wolf in the pack knew the Alpha's scent and that of his ...