Derek's POV
The wooden chair creaked under my weight as I leaned back, surveying the faces gathered around the rickety table. Candlelight cast long shadows across the cabin walls, turning familiar pack members into something out of a horror movie. Fitting, considering the s**t we were about to pull.
"This is f*****g madness," Gregory muttered, running a hand through his graying hair. His eyes darted nervously toward the windows like he expected Scott's enforcers to burst through any second. "Supporting a Moon Hunt target is punishable by exile."
"Or death," Melissa added, twisting the hem of her blouse between trembling fingers. Despite her obvious fear, she'd been the first to answer my call. "Scott doesn't exactly do mercy these days."
I grabbed a beer from the cooler, cracking it open with ……
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