"I'm not a coward that would lie shamelessly... This even you know!"
The conference room in Ridge Pack territory was exactly what one would expect from a werewolf Alpha's domain.
A massive table dominated the center of the room. Chairs that looked more like thrones were around it. And the atmosphere was so thick with dominance and tension that even the air felt heavy.
Cassandra sat across from Alpha Dominic, her posture perfect, her expression calm and controlled.
To her right sat her mother, Evelyn Drayke, poised and elegant as always, her sharp eyes missing nothing.
To her left was Lawrence, silent and attentive, his presence a reassuring anchor.
Across the table, Alpha Dominic lounged in his chair with deceptive casualness. He was a broad-shouldered man in his late forties, with salt-and-pepper hair and eyes that shone with the kind of intelligence that came from decades of surviving pack politics.
