Liam's POV
Arielle’s voice came across the hall clean and cold like she was actually the Alpha here.
“I asked you a question earlier, right?” she said, and for a second I watched Lucien shift in his seat he seemed weaker than the previous Alpha, his father.
I let a laugh escape, short and rough. “Why would I bring my card with me? So you can kill me and take her?” It came out half dare, half joke.
Lucien’s voice tried to smooth the room back into order. “That’s like we are waging a war against your pack,” he said, careful, and I nodded because sometimes politeness is a wedge you put between people before you push.
“No one’s gonna wage a war,” I said. I didn’t bother softening the edge.
I thought of Killian, the way he’d come apart and changed totally, it felt like a wound I could
