Lucas's Point of View

Marcus's control over the pack wasn't absolute, as I had always known, even before Lily's return. Everything was in disarray, even before Aiden's first shift. Beneath the surface, there were always imperfections minor rifts in commitment, secret doubts. The proper pressure was all that was required to crack them open.

And I was going to exert that pressure. The tavern smelled of alcohol, sweat, and something heavier the low rumble of discontent and it was louder than usual.

I entered and looked around the room. Even though it wasn't a pack meeting, it could have been. Some wolves glanced toward the entrance as if someone would...