Josh’s POV

The night air in New Orleans always carried a heaviness to it, humid thick, as if the city itself was alive and watching. I had walked these streets countless times as Alpha of the Black Moon pack, but tonight I wasn’t Alpha. Tonight I wasn’t Rissa’s mate. Tonight, I was the only man who had shattered everything he once held sacred and was clawing through shadows to get it back.

I told myself a hundred times that betrayal had been necessary. That taking Teresa into my bed ...