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CHAPTER
1

     
    Andraste’s wolves left the conference room
silently. They had their orders; two men would die tonight, and
then she'd get some sleep. She looked sixty eight stories down at
the night time city, the weight of each level on her shoulders.
Leaned her head against the sheet of glass in a moment of visible
weakness.
    “ Do you mean to start a war?” her
father asked.
    Andraste straightened, turning. She hadn't
realized he remained behind after the meeting. A dangerous mistake.
She assessed his mood, analyzing the man in the steel gray suit
leaning back in his seat, fingers steepled. Keen dark eyes studied
her.
    “ That will be up to Rolf, won’t it?”
The bastard. “If he wants a war, I will give him a war.”
    Father rose. “Is that wise, dear? Or are you
allowing emotion to rule you?”
    She pressed a hand flat on the conference
table, willing the cool surface to seep into her blood, mute the
fury boiling in her veins.
    “ You are Alpha. Do you want me to
ignore the insult? Allow his men to think they can walk into our
territory, violate one of our wolves and walk away
unscathed?”
    He held her eyes until hers lowered. “I want
you to be prepared for the fallout of ordering a public
execution.”
    Andraste remained still as her father left
the room, then tapped the unit at her wrist. Her best friend’s face
appeared in the tiny monitor
    “ What’s up, Ande?”
    “ I need to go out tonight. Meet me at
eight.”
    ***
    “ Got a problem,” the laconic drawl of
his Beta’s voice stated without preamble when Rolf pressed the
accept button.
    Rolf snorted. Yeah? “So what’s new?”
    The Alpha took a swig of beer, tapping a few
keys on his Mac, and shut the lid. It looked incongruous; a thin,
prissy looking bit of silver lying on the rough workbench next to
his tools, the seat he was restoring for his 1970 Kawasaki BigHorn,
and his leather club jacket, emblazoned with the words Dalig Hund.
Like a kids game, which one of these things doesn’t belong with the
others.
    Running his pack nowadays took more finesse
than it had in the fifties when he’d first taken over. He shifted
his cell on his ear, holding it with his shoulder to keep his hands
free. Didn’t trust those blue tooth sets. Probably caused brain
cancer. Three hours after putting one in his ear the first time,
his eardrum was full of water. He had tossed the thing off the
bridge.
    “ Andraste ordered a hit.”
    “ That bitch.” Rolf cursed, rising,
expression grim. “Call Dagen and Thom. Have them handle
it.”
    “ Thing is, boss…”
    “ Spit it out.”
    “ This might get nasty. Can’t say as
those she wants taken out don’t have it coming.”
    Which made the whole fucking debacle even
more of a godscursed aggravation. Though he would never admit to
the pack those losers were a thorn in his side- the right to punish
them belonged to him alone. No rival pack, especially not the
Lykaon, would escape challenging his authority by executing his
wolves, unscathed. There was enough bad blood between him and the
Lykaon Alpha that a resolvable issue could blow up into a full
scale pack war at any moment. What the fuck was Andraste thinking?
She wasn’t. Damn woman. Well, if she wanted a war, he would damn
well give her a war.
    “ She doesn’t come into my territory
hunting my wolves.”
    “ Only one way to end this. Gotta cut
the head off the snake.”
    Rolf paused. A hit on Macario… “I can’t
justify taking out a pack Alpha because-”
    “ Not the Alpha. The Beta. Andraste.
She’s the one sending out the soldiers. Old man has all but retired
from running his pack. Just deals with the business side of things
now.”
    It didn’t sit well with him, killing a
woman, even if she was a Beta and as savage a fighter as any of her
soldiers. He might have to swallow his distaste. He’d managed a
wary stalemate for a decade with the Father, but as soon as the
daughter won the title of Beta, small grudges he’d thought