51. Lorenzo
The moment I saw the incoming call, a flicker of irritation washed over me. Trouble was brewing; I could feel it. Someone wasn't pleased that I had chosen Athena as my Luna. And that "someone" was none other than my own nephew.
The boy never learned.
Staring at the phone that was still ringing, I clenched my jaw. This little brat was about to stir up chaos if I didn’t act. My pack had to know that Athena was worthy of standing beside me as their Luna, or else he would try something foolish—something I couldn’t ignore… something that would make me kill him.
As the seconds ticked by, my wolf, Mark, simmered with a familiar tension beneath my skin, his instincts alert and untrusting. He wanted to handle things our way, the old way. But no, this matter called for more than bru
