Lynn ‘s POV

The door hit the frame so hard the whole pack house shook.

I didn't care.

I stood in the middle of Luna's office — my office now, apparently — fists clenched, chest heaving, staring at the phone on the desk like it had personally wronged me. Grayson's voice was still ringing in my ears. Call Brian. Tell him to drop the lawsuit. Call Michael. End it. A list. An actual list, delivered with that flat Alpha tone that left zero room for pushback.

One day. ...