“Gods have mercy, they’re wearing their shiftskins in broad daylight.” Max stalked away from the floor-length window overlooking 59th Street. “Have they lost their minds? The only reason I even agreed to this merger in the first place was because Phelan and I agreed we must maintain our secrecy!”
Finnian and I continued watching through the window as shifter after shifter strode across the crosswalk and turned toward the Plaza’s main entrance. I swallowed the tang of bacon that kept working its way back into my mouth. Max had insisted I eat before facing my former pack in case it came to blows, but clearly the blows were coming. Calista knew damn well that an alpha male like Finnian would never give in to a female’s demands. It would make him look hopelessly weak in front of both packs—as
