To say Alpha Elias was angry would be like calling a hurricane a breeze.
The moment Asher and Scarlet crossed the pack house threshold, the air turned to fire.
"You let this happen!" Elias's roar shook the chandeliers. His fury was a physical force, slamming into them like a tidal wave—Scarlet actually staggered back a step. "A hunter's blood spilled under our watch! Do you have any f*****g idea what you've unleashed?"
Asher's spine straightened, but not in submission. "I didn't let any f*****g thing." His voice was dangerously calm, the way it got right before he shifted. "Greg made his choice. And last I checked, I'm not the one who decides pack discipline—Alpha."
The title landed like a slap.
Elias's eyes flashed molten gold. "You stand in my house, eat at my table, carry my bl
