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My dad, for all his failings, his neglect, his actions which nearly destroyed this entire pack, is dangerous, even when he’s smiling.

He ruled over us all fordecades. The reason the Raleighs had the reputation we had was because of him.

There’s nojustkilling Connall Raleigh. Anyone who thinks it will be easy and straightforward won’t be breathing for long.

“He’s here to cause trouble,” Franklin says, still not moving.

I give my dad a cursory look. “Of course he’s not here to?—”

“Actually, Franklin is right. I am,” Dad interrupts.

I look at him. “What?”

A howl goes up outside. Not just in the distance. This howl comes from close.

My dad grins. “Ah, the others are in place.”

“Distraction,” Franklin breathes, then whirls around shouting. “Everyone outside! We’re under attack.”

He rushes off and I glance at my dad, raising my eyebrow. “You’re not going to stop him?”

He shrugs. “More fun this way.”

As we walk out, I come to a grinding halt when it’s clear we have a problem.

I’m not treating my dad like an enemy because I don’t view him as one. The Raleighs who were lingering in the hallway are in various stages of shifting. The few who have shifted are snarling at me, and at my dad, because it must have become apparent to them whose side I’m on, and it’s not theirs.

“I guess they don’t want me as Alpha anymore. Shift?” I say, not taking my eyes off the five wolves snarling at us.

"Guess not.” Dad rolls his neck. “Don’t feel bad if you can’t keep up, son.”

He shifts in one smooth motion and lunges at the wolves.

“Show off,” I mutter as I reach for my wolf.

By the time I’ve shifted and joined the fight, three wolves are dead and the surviving two sprinting down the hallway.

My dad and I pursue them.

There were wolves howling outside, and I’d like to know exactly who they are.

As we sprint out of an open side door, the howls and sounds of fighting are coming from the front, so I race around the building and come to a grinding halt.

Seeing Aerin in the car before was a shock. A pleasant one. But a shock, nonetheless.

The mass of fighting wolves stuns me.

Who are these shifters?

Is Aerin here with them?

I lift my nose to scent the air. Aerin isn’t here. I relax. And as I do another sweep of the area, I start to pick out familiar wolves.

Bennett. Douglas Boone is there. Ivy, as well.

I don’t know who the rest of the wolves are, but since they’re fighting the Raleighs, I assume my pack must have something to do with this.

When a wolf swipes me, I start paying more attention to me instead of them.

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