"You want us to do what?!"

Lisa leveled Peter with a steely look across her office desk, daring her flustered assistant to repeat himself. Next to her, Draco's expression was equally severe, his nostrils flaring subtly as if sent his enhanced werewolf senses.

To his credit, Peter swallowed but stood his ground. "I know it sounds crazy, Ms. Brute, but I really think we should consider teaming up with the Obsidian Coven."

Draco's lips peeled back in a feral snarl. "Those wytches’? After everything their bloodline has put my pack through over the centuries? Not a chance in hell, Parker."

"Peter," the assistant corrected, unfazed. He turned his attention to...