Lucas's Point of View

Tonight, the city had a new vibe with the whiskey glass still in my hand, I stood on my penthouse balcony. Down below, the lights glowed constantly, a pulsating vitality unrelated to the battle simmering beneath the surface. Jensen was no longer in town as he had decided to leave.

I had been waiting for that last push, for Marcus to make a mistake, for his people to turn against him, while the pack had been on the verge of disintegration. Marcus, however, had done what he did best. Before they could bring him down, he had eliminated the weak points.

The pack was no longer...