Bennett snarled, baring his teeth as he loomed over the scarred male. "I am granting you one final opening. If you do not rid the territory of Avery Monroe, consider our pack-contract shredded. You will be cast out as a rogue."

Only then did Stan allow a mask of feigned regret to settle over his ruined features. He turned to Courtney, his voice weary. "Fine. You settle this for me. I have exhausted my spirit-wells."

Courtney had been salivating for this moment for moons. Her face lit up with a predatory delight as she fixed Avery with a look of pure, killing intent.

Avery shivered, a wave of cold despair...