Chapter 36

• James’ POV
• My twin had perfected the art of looking bored in the face of danger. Beneath his theatrical was the same question. How had Alpha Damon conquered three packs in just two months? It was impossible, even for such a feared monster. Alpha Damon's boots scraped the floor as he approached our end of the table. The math still didn't add up—not unless Damon was holding cards we couldn't see. Not yet.
• We’d met on neutral ground—an abandoned packhouse away from prying ears.