THE BLACK CLAW’S TERMS
The tension in Victor Kane’s war hall was palpable. The Black Claw Alpha leaned forward, dark amusement dancing in his eyes as he studied Zane and Selina.
“You want my help?” Victor mused, swirling a glass of whiskey between his fingers. “Interesting.”
Selina fought the urge to shift her stance. Victor’s presence was suffocating, his reputation even more so. He wasn’t just a rogue Alpha—he was a warlord, a strategist who had turned his pack into one of the most feared factions in the region.
Zane met his gaze without flinching. “This war affects you, too.”
Victor chuckled. “War is good for me. Chaos breeds opportunity. You think I should throw my men into battle for you?”
Selina stepped forward. “Not for us. For yourself.”
Victor’s smirk didn’t waver, but his
