At the Silver Moon Pack, tension had been building like a dark cloud ever since Voren showed up a few days ago. Prince Jasper only caught wind of the whole mess after the fact.
He'd been out training with the pack warriors when it went down, and the second the news hit him he stormed straight into his father's study ready to have it out.
"Dad, you're putting this entire pack in danger by going after Alpha Voren's kid. What the hell has gotten into you?"
Jasper worked hard to keep his anger from boiling over completely, but his father just looked at him with something that almost seemed like pity. Jaron stood by the wine cabinet in his study, pouring himself a stiff glass of vodka and knocking it back in one hard swallow.
Ever since Jasper turned twenty, he'd taken full control of running the pack, which left Jaron free to chase after whatever schemes he wanted.
