Seven days.

Seven days to save Lucy.

Seven days to find his brother and deliver the punishment he deserved.

"You're letting our father walk all over you."

Veronica stood in Kyle’s living room, arms folded, voice sharp but laced with fake concern. She hadn’t come for moral support, not really. She was here to satisfy her curiosity. But she played her part, wearing the mask of compassion like a second skin.

"The elders respect him. The entire pack fears him," Kyle muttered. He was so exhausted, so defeated that he collapsed onto the rug in the center of the room, lying flat on his back like the weight of everything...