Jorell turned slowly, the fury in his veins briefly giving way to a colder, deeper kind of emotion. Shock.
Standing just a few feet away from him, dressed in dark, understated clothing and exuding the quiet confidence of someone who had not come in peace, was Derek. His half-brother. The very same Derek with whom he had once contested the title of Alpha of Bolarish pack.
For a long moment, the courtyard fell into an eerie silence. Jorell's face twisted, the expression on it a storm of disbelief and bitter recognition. His lips curled back into a snarl, not in his wolf form now, but the hatred that gleamed in his human eyes might as well have belonged to the beast within.
He said nothing, but the accusatory look he shot at Stella said everything. She was behind this. She had called Derek to the pack house, gone behind his back, and brought the one person Jorell never wanted to see again.
