The shadows beneath his eyes disturbed me most.
Dark circles ringed them, revealing the early signs of the madness associated with an Ace who had surrendered too deeply to violence. He looked exhausted and rabid at the same time, as though the beast inside him had begun consuming the man.
Viktor should not have been allowed to walk freely.
He should never have been permitted to control Ironbridge, threaten other packs or dictate laws. Yet no one had dared to stop him because fear had become his greatest weapon.
His gaze swept across the battleground.
For one terrible second, I thought he would look at me.
He did not.
His eyes locked on Darius and remained there.
Darius was his prize.
As far as Viktor knew, I was merely an inconvenience, an inexperienced Alpha who had become arroga
