The night after our victory, I walked the halls long after the fires had burned low.
The pack was still buzzing, omegas laughing over shared bread, deltas with bruised faces grinning like pups, zetas clasping hands like brothers for the first time in years.
But I couldn’t rest.
Victory was a dangerous drug.
If we grew drunk on it too soon, Diesel would cut us down before we sobered.
Not only Diesel, he wasn't our only enemy. He lit the fire but it has spread all across the world.
But the one I would take on first was Diesel and for that I needed an ally.
So when he showed up behind me, I wasn’t surprised.
Lucien had the same sly grin he always wore, as if the whole world was his joke and only he got the punchline.
He had slipped inside our territory like it was nothing, guards an
