Shelbrooke gripped a handful of his hair and walked the length of his den. He had a much better understanding of people who stated they were frustrated to the point of pulling their hair out. Yes. He now had that feeling.

He'd waited years for the Onyx to be theirs and if patience was what would win it over, he'd done that over and over again. What else could he have done to get that stone? The one that could change the lives of his generation. Earning him the legendary name of a warrior King who brought back the heritage of the Werecats.

He heard Gorge's boot click on the...