Five years ago….
HUNTER FELT up the nice bottle of Jack in front of him, intent on getting himself thoroughly fucked, and if the night went as planned, in more ways than one. He downed his fourth glass of whiskey in the hopes of forgetting, at least for a little while. His shifter blood would require several bottles of Jack before that happened, but when it did, maybe he’d stop thinking about how messed up his clan was right now. How the Hagan Council had turned against their own kin and tried to take a little boy away from his loving father.
Trip Hagan was a good guy. He didn’t deserve the bullshit they were throwing his way, which was why Hunter and his brother, Boone, had fought fiercely at Trip’s side, refusing to allow the Council to take the pup. All because Trip had…