**Razor**
I watched the video for the hundredth time, feeling my anger boiling over. How the fuck did I miss this? I should have listened to Cross and never trusted Tom. How could he betray me?
I swore I wanted nothing more than to march to my fucking pack house and rip his head off his body, but I couldn't. I couldn't because he had Cross.
As I approached the pack house, he sent me a video of my little brother chained to the wall, bloodied, and I almost lost it. One step further, and Tom promised to torture him to death. It's all my fucking fault.
"How the fuck did this happen?" I barked, smashing the windscreen of my car with my fist. "How did he subdue our men?"
"He got support from some of the other packs from outside Upperville, boss," Dean muttered nervously. "He's given us thirty minutes to leave the premises or he'll..." he paused, not wanting to complete his sentence.
I raised my brow in question. "What is it?"
