Marcus's Point of View

Lucas had spent too much time playing games tampering and twisted words behind-the-scenes.Before, I had overlooked it. But now? We are at war

I had set up a meeting spot carefully chosen: a private conference room in one of the Steele-owned properties. No distractions, no pack members just me, Lucas, and the truth. Lucas was purposefully casual and five minutes late. “Brother,” he said with an angry grin. “Calling me like a misbehaving puppy? I felt flattered but I refused to take the bait. All he did was point to the chair beside him. "Lets sit."

Lucas arched an eyebrow but complied, settling into the chair...