Marcus's Point of View

On my desk, the folder remained unopened. I knew what was within without having to turn the pages. With her typical quickness, Fiona had entered, her face impassive, and put it down in just six words: “You were right about your brother” Now, I could feel the jagged edge of betrayal digging into my ribs as I sat in my office and looked at the damning proof.

For months, Lucas had been working behind my back, quietly switching sides, sowing doubt in the pack, and gaining power like a patient predator. I had allowed him to do so. I had been preoccupied and had allowed him....