I took a step forward. Saoirse was an idiot, too. “Even if you take over this pack, no one will ever forget that you needed fey help to do it. By killing John and Thomas, you’ve betrayed everyone here. It’s like you don’t even know what being in a pack means.” Saoirse growled at me and I shook my head as I took another step closer. “A pack is more than family. You choose to join one. But this pack… It’s nothing like a family. It is a mess, and it’s your fault. Nothing you’re doing is allowed for a reason. We have rules. Honor. If there’s an issue or a challenge, it’s brought in front of the pack at the full moon. This is backhanded, weaselly bullshit.”

“You little—” Saoirse started, but I cut her off.

“If you wanted to be the Alpha, all you had to do was challenge Donovan. Robbing a human museum to get a fey to do the fighting for you?”

Saoirse clenched her fists and her face was turning a lovely shade of puce. I wanted to get her upset enough that she’d forget about the brooch and come after me instead. I was hurt, but not that hurt. I could take her down. I just needed her away from the brooch.

I scoffed at her. “No one will respect a leader who’s that fucking pathetic.” I took another step as her eyes narrowed. She was about to blow. She was just where I wanted her. My heart sped. I could practically feel the brooch in my hand. “And Vivian. You’ve tormented and killed how many of your own pack? I know it in my bones that Ciara wasn’t your only victim.”

There was a gasp behind me and for the first time, I spared a glance. I was shocked it wasn’t just males back there. Maureen was there with a few of the women. Taking time to count wasn’t an option, but more Weres were in on this than I’d expected. I had no idea who they were supporting—Vivian or Saoirse—and it didn’t matter. At least not right now.

All I needed was the brooch. “How many of you have fallen for her lies? How many of you really think that these two lying murderers would be better for the pack than Donovan?” I turned back to Vivian and Saoirse and took another step. Just ten more feet and it’d be in my hands. “Because if that’s the case, then maybe you deserve each other. You certainly don’t deserve Donovan.”

Saoirse nodded to someone behind me and I spun. Around fifteen men had stepped forward. They were coming for me. I was a good fighter. I could probably take them, even with my sides as they were, but I didn’t want to fight. I wanted the brooch. Nothing mattered except that.