Arthur's POV
I stood in front of the mirror, my fists clenched at my sides. I could feel the anger boiling inside me like a storm ready to burst. My brother, Jeremy, had been attacked by the rival pack, and I couldn’t let that go unanswered. I was ready to march over to their territory and confront them, to make them pay for what they had done.
Just as I was about to leave, Julianne walked in. Her eyes widened when she saw my tense posture. “Where are you going?” she asked, her voice steady but laced with concern.
“I’m going to deal with the rival pack,” I replied, my voice low and fierce. “They hurt Jeremy, and they won't go scot-free with it. They need to understand that they can’t just get away with it.”
Julianne stepped closer, her brow furrowing as she reached out to place a hand
