Freya
As Beta Timothy disappeared into the elevator, I sat in my car for a long moment, gathering myself.
*We need to be strong tonight.* I told her silently.
Selene whined in agreement.
I was about to start the car when my phone rang—Silvano's mother calling. Victoria Moretti, the Elder Alpha's wife, was formidable in her own right.
"Hello, Victoria," I answered, keeping my voice neutral.
"Freya, dear." Her tone was warm but measured. "I was hoping you might join me for lunch at Harris Garden. We have some things to discuss before tonight's dinner."
A private conversation with my mother-in-law. Perfect.
"Of course," I replied, knowing a request from Victoria was really a command. "I can be there in twenty minutes."
"Wonderful. I've already reserved our usual t
