“Graham was a good man. Not a kind one. Not soft. No alpha can be soft. But...decent. Very decent, in his own way.
“But time passes. And an alpha who can't defend his position will fall.
“A few months ago, a new male showed up and asked to join the pack. Young. Strong. Aggressive. Cruel, though he disguised that at first. Graham made the mistake of taking him in.
“He killed Graham yesterday. Then he beat me half to death. I was a symbol, you see? A chance for the rest of the pack to see what would happen to anyone who was too close to Graham.
“He's up there now. Tate.” Her lips peeled back in a bloodthirsty snarl. She stared out the window at the tree-clad bulk of Lupe Mountain. Its peak glowed orange in the last light of sunset. “Up there with the rest of the pack, re-making them in h
