Stan stalked closer to Bennett, his amber eyes freezing into a calculated, predatory stare as he savored the sight of the True-Blood’s crumbling composure.

Bennett, still thrashing in a whirlwind of desperation, snarled about the Montgomery Pack’s ancient loyalty to his line, barking threats of a bloody coup once he reclaimed his throne.

But Stan merely let out a low, dark chuckle. “Do you think I hunted alongside you out of brotherhood? I was scenting your trail to gather the evidence of your rot,” he said with a jagged, lethal grin. “And thanks to your Luna, I now have enough proof of your treason to keep you in the silver-lined...