DJ’s POV
Well, this was fun…
NOT!
I groaned and threw my head back, resting against the huge leather couch that was facing the more than marvelous view of the courtyard and the Lycan Village below it. On any other day of the week, I would love to snuggle up against Ivan with Nat asleep between us and enjoy the moonlight against the white-covered ground and the millions upon millions of stars. But tonight, nothing about the gorgeous play of the dying sun’s play against the white snow made my mood any lighter.
My mind kept wandering back to Ivan and the confrontation he had with his father. Sasha! The bright, cheerful man that had supported his son for so long, was the one trying to overthrow him. How sick was that?! And hell, how much trauma was that going to cause?
I gritted my teeth
