Thane's jaw was a locked vice. Every muscle in his body screamed for him to rip Lucas apart, but the newly minted Luna stood beside him, her hand warm in his. He couldn't afford to lose control in front of his pack, not now.
"The ceremony's done," Thane growled, his voice gravelly with barely contained fury. "Get out."
Lucas, ever the showman, threw his head back and laughed, a harsh, grating sound that scraped against the tense silence. "Wouldn't want to deprive your pack of their celebration, would I, Thane? After all, it's the least I could do, now that you've sealed their fate."
He swept his gaze around the clearing, taking a perverse pleasure in the way his words landed. The wolves, who had just begun to relax their postures, stiffened again. Fear flickered in their eyes, a cold em
