The first rays of dawn filtered through the blinds of Adam’s estate bathing the room in a muted golden glow. The soft hum of life outside belied the storm brewing within. Adam stood in his study his hands gripping the edge of his desk as his pack’s elders filled the room. Their presence was as suffocating as it was commanding.
“The mafia grows bolder every day” growled Mateo a broad-shouldered wolf with streaks of gray in his dark hair. “They see your distractions as weakness. We must strike back before they destroy everything.”
Adam’s jaw tightened his molten gaze fixed on the polished wood of the desk. His mind was a whirlwind of calculations balancing his responsibilities to the pack his daughter’s fragile condition and Audrey’s safety.
“We can’t move recklessly” Adam said his
