Poison in the Pack
The Blood Moon house was alive with its whispers. Kimberly’s mouth-to-mouth from mouth-to-mouth, spoken in awe, in fear, in disbelief. She was supposed to be weak, broken, forgotten. Yet now stories spread of shadows obeying her command, of warriors struck down by powers no wolf should wield.
Derrick heard every whisper. And each one drove another splinter of rage beneath his skin.
He stood on the balcony of the Alpha’s chamber, overlooking the courtyard where his warriors sparred. His amber eyes narrowed, jaw tight. No matter how loud the clash of steel and growls below, he still heard her voice echoing in his head.
I am not yours.
The words were poison.
Behind him, the door creaked open. Mona slipped inside, her golden hair perfectly arranged, her gown a vision o
