Jarma smirked in disbelief, but seeing Nathan’s worried and honest expression, he realized he didn’t actually know.

“The foxes grew a habit of stealing from wolf packs.”

Nathan’s eyes fluttered, and he looked away from Jarma. The foxes stole from packs? He knew werewolves hated theft around their pack. It felt like the foxes were looking for trouble.

“And the fox leader had killed two wolves. Your sister’s mate and his own sister, her best friend. That was what fueled the massacre.”

It felt like a bomb had dropped on Nathan. He slowly turned to Jarma. The words echoed in his head, and he sighed, holding his head in his...