The realization of the treason within the Montgomery and Hayes bloodlines had forced the Great Alpha Jerome to shed his mask of frailty. He had been a predator in a cage of his own making, waiting for the scavengers to show their teeth.

A roar of pure, primordial betrayal ripped from Jerome’s throat. "You spineless cur!"

The old wolf stood, his knuckles white as he gripped his silver-headed cane for balance. He crossed the stone floor toward Boris with a speed that defied his supposed decline. With a crack like a breaking branch, he backhanded Boris, the force of the blow sending the younger wolf sprawling across the dirt.

Sadie...