ROMAN's POV
My face twisted into a scowl as I stared down at Mark. The silver cuts on my back burned like liquid fire, but the anger surging through my blood instantly drowned out the pain.
"He says I have something that belongs to him?" I repeated, my voice dropping into a dangerous, gravelly pitch.
Mark slowly nodded his head, his breathing slowly evening out as he stared at me warily.
I let a sly smirk curl across my lips.
Interesting…
The almighty Alpha Gideon of Silver moon pack—a ruthless, bloodthirsty bastard who had spent years encroaching on surrounding borders. He wasn't the type to march a full war battalion to my front door over a handful of stolen cattle or border disputes.
I turned around, my eyes locking onto Maddox, Rhys, and Cassian. "Take Vivienne back to our quarters. Lock the doors, bar the windows, and don't let her leave your sight."
