"I'm going to do what needs to be done," he said, his voice a cold, hard promise. "I'm going to make an example of them. I'm going to show this pack what happens when you cross me. When you threaten my family."
He reached out and took my hand, his touch a grounding force amidst the chaos.
"I need you to be strong, Hailey," he said, his eyes locking with mine. "This is going to get ugly before it gets better. But I need you to trust me. I need you to know that everything I do, I do for us. For our family. For our pack. We are spending our lives together, and the last thing I want is for you to spend it while your name is being tainted for a murder you nevereven committed."
"I know," I said, my voice a raw whisper. "I do trust you, Dom. I do. But... please be careful. Her father is a pow
