Chapter 70

Lennox’s POV

Luther growled again, his fury blazing. He was on the verge of tearing someone apart. Viviana 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 i