"I do this out of the respect I have for your father," Zephyr said, his voice colder than I'd ever heard it. "That's the only reason you're not six feet under."
He took a step closer. "But as of today, our alliance with your family is broken. The Wrath name severs all ties with the Sinclairs. Every contract. Every shared investment. Every ounce of goodwill… terminated. Your family will feel the consequences of your actions in every business operation, every financial holding."
We'd come to see Christina at one of Zephyr's private properties. The room was solid, its formidable iron walls and door designed as a failsafe. Zephyr once told me it was built as a precaution, a place to hold werewolves who lost control.
Though he and his family were masters at it, the room was there, just in c
