Chapter 70

Lennox’s POV

Luther growled again, his fury blazing. He was on the verge of tearing someone apart. Valera darted to the bed and gently laid a damp towel across Maeve’s forehead; she still lay unconscious.

“There’s no bloody way in hell that asshole is getting her back!” Luther snarled, flooding the Pack’s mind-link with his rage. The mental command was sharp and simple: The pack is under attack. Fight to kill!

I frowned as Luther stomped closer. “She isn’t going back to that stupid pack,” he said, his tone iron-hard. Anger crackled around him like lightning. This was exactly what he wanted—and what I wanted too—but our priorities had to lie with Maeve’s safety, not our revenge. I hesitated, and Luther read my thoughts instantly.

“This is best for her,” he insisted, voice low and certain. “She’ll be safer here with her family.”

Jensen stepped forward, concern etched on his face. “They’ve crossed into our territory. Warriors are scattered around th