You believe you should be in charge of this pack? Damon's voice cut over the training field, harsh and tinged with contempt. Curious about the approaching conflict, a throng had assembled.
Luca stood in the middle of the yard, his back stiff but controlled. His grey eyes focused to fix Damon. Luca responded sharply, "I don't need your approval."
"No, but you need the pack's," Damon said, coming forward. And right now, most of them doubt you. They perceive weakness—and I have no guilt about it.
" Enough! "I snapped, getting between them before things could get out of hand. Not one person is benefiting from this.
Damon turned his eyes to mine, disdain filling them. Stay out of this, Aria. This comes between him and me.
"No, it's not," I responded decisively. "This concerns the pack, all of us. And you would stop attempting to split it apart from the inside if you were worried about its future.
