Three weeks had passed since the gala, and Dominic had thrown himself into rebuilding Nightfang Pack with an intensity that bordered on obsession. He'd fired half the council, restructured their finances, and personally overseen the training of every warrior in the pack. The results were beginning to show, but slowly.
Too slowly.
He sat in his office reviewing territorial maps when Marcus burst through the door, his face ashen.
"We have a problem," Marcus said, tossing a manila envelope onto the desk. "A big one."
Dominic opened it and felt his blood turn to ice. Photographs. Dozens of them. Ivy and Ethan at dinner. Ivy and Ethan with the children at a park. Ivy and Ethan kissing on her balcony.
But that wasn't what made his wolf snarl with rage.
It was the final photograph: his thre
