LUCIAN'S P.O.V.
The scent of tension turned electric, and I could practically feel every set of eyes turning toward Maverick.
Maverick's laugh was low, dark, and dripping with condescension.
"Oh, how adorable," he sneered. "The human thinks she has a say in the affairs of this pack." His voice rose, louder now, meant to humiliate. "Let me remind you, Teresa, you're here because of him." He jabbed a finger in my direction, and I could feel the venom in his gesture. "A blind Alpha with no sense of responsibility, and now his weak little mate wants to play leader?"
I tightened my grip on the edge of the table, the wood creaking under the force of my fingers. Ares roared in my head, his growl shaking my focus.
"He dares? Let me handle this, Lucian. He insults her, insults us—he's begging for his throat to be ripped out!"
