Neveah stared after Lucas as he disappeared through the doors of the hall, her mind swirling with more thoughts than she had the energy to unravel at the moment.
The last living Varleston... family and pack destroyed in this unreasonable power tussle and reign of tyranny.
A bitter taste lingered in the back of her throat. It wasn't an easy fate to bear.
It wasn't the kind of fate she would wish on her worst enemy, much less a man like Lucas Varleston... the first genuine man she'd known.
But evil came to all. And it had hit the Varleston's hard in the past few years since she left the Eclipse domain.
At the moment, he wasn't much of an Alpha of anything.
His pack had been nearly annihilated. There was barely a few stragglers left that had fled to other packs seeking asylum.
Competing for the title of Alpha King wasn't just a matter of duty...it was the Varleston's only chance at making a comeback.
