*Tristan*

The volcanic rage surging in me is distracting me from the pain in my shoulder. I have no time to listen to anyone explain what has happened. Morris has been warned, but he has the guts to call our admonitions a bluff.

A group of our warriors is right on our heels as we arrive, and we all quickly throw on some pants.

“Where is he?” I bark as I push through the war room doors, followed closely behind by the other three Alphas. I can hear from their heavy breathing and hushed curses that they’re just as pumped up to lay their hands on Morris as I am. ...