The atmosphere in the High Hall of the Montgomery Manor was thick with the scent of ozone and unsheathed claws. Madison Clarke, momentarily stunned by Avery’s unwavering, golden-eyed stare, quickly traded her shock for a predator’s snarl. "What is that look, Omega? Do you forget your place in this hierarchy? Who do you think you’re baring your teeth at?"

Avery didn't flinch. She simply raised her communication stone, the text glowing with a cold, blue light: You are the one who should be hunting for a new den, not me. Alpha Harrison left this territory to both Hudson and me. He made it clear in the Blood-Will that I own...