The Moonstrike Pack
“I’m sick of all this pretence, Tyler.”
Zion slammed the mansion door shut, the force making the glass windows tremble. His voice was laced with irritation. “Isolde with all her arrogance, her family demanding the wedding be rushed—I can’t keep pretending.”
Beta Tyler, who had been waiting in the vast living room with its black leather chairs and dimly burning fireplace, stood and bowed respectfully.
“I know, Alpha. Everyone in the Pack has noticed the change in you. But the pressure from Isolde’s family is not something easily ignored.”
Zion paced the room, fists clenching and unclenching, as if battling his own mind.
“I don’t care about their pressure. There’s something more important, something that refuses to be silenced.” He stopped, fixing Tyler with a pierc
