Julian POV
"Get the hell away from the car, Penelope!" I roar, my hand slamming against the cold iron bars of the Brown-Forge Estate gates.
The metal vibrates against my palm.
Penelope does not even blink. She ignores my voice entirely, stepping toward an unmarked black sedan parked on the damp tarmac.
Beside her, a tall, broad-shouldered man steps forward to pull the rear door open. His movements are smooth, calculated, and heavy with a strange kind of protective concern.
I know that face.
My knuckles turn white against the iron gate.
"Julian," Asher grows uneasy in my mind, his wolf spirit clawing at the edges of my consciousness. "Look at his jacket. Look at the crest."
It is Cooper. One of the direct Alpha heirs of the Roguepack.
"What is she doing with him?" I hiss aloud, the
