“Loyalty isn’t about the blood in your veins.” Tyrone broke his usual silence as he joined the group.
“What do you know of pack loyalty, rogue?” Matthew’s condescending voice brought all other conversations to a halt.
“I know loyalty,” Tyrone said, his upper lip curling to reveal white teeth. “Silverbane had my complete loyalty and at least I can back it up with action. You’re old enough to be an elder. How are you going to protect the family from a territory challenge, or from those blood suckers claiming all of New England? Take a chair, old man.”
Only an arm’s length separated the two. Clenched fists shook at Tyrone’s side. Josh had never seen the bulky fighter lose his temper. Rarely did Tyrone utter more words than were necessary to get his point across. “Maybe you should listen to
