Avery stood there, her chest heaving in silent indignation. How could a pup raised in the shadow of the Silver Ridge—a place that preached bloodline purity—be so utterly devoid of basic lupine decency?

At that moment, Wade Mason looked as though he wished the earth would swallow him whole.

Hudson’s expression turned to jagged stone. His next words were a death knell for Wade’s standing in the hierarchy. "If your cub can howl such filth, it is a reflection of the rot in your own den. You have dared to let him insult the Luna in my presence. I can only imagine the poison you spread when my back is...