Marcus’ POV

My office's high windows allowed the morning sun inside, yet the warmth did nothing to ease the tension building in my chest. Days had passed, and my mind was a jumbled mess between the increasing chaos at the pack and the image of Lily with Lucas, which only fueled the anger of my already anxious wolf.

A gentle knock at the door pulled me away from the financials I was reviewing, none of which impressed me.

I reclined in my chair and said, "Come in."

Fiona entered with brisk, purposeful strides, her face composed and sharp, eyes intent. One arm was crooked at her hip, holding a slim...