~Lyra~

Damon leaned forward now, resting both hands on the edge of the blood-splattered table, and looked them dead in the eye.

“The rogue problem,” he said, as if the past fifteen minutes of chaos hadn’t happened. “You’ve all been ignoring it. Hoping it would fade. Hoping the weaker packs would get slaughtered before the rogues made it to your doorstep.”

He scanned their faces. Not a flinch. Not a blink. Cowards.

He looked around the table, his gaze slicing ...