Author's POV
The Blackwood pack house.
Miranda pulled up to the imposing estate in her luxury car, her eyes drinking in the historic grandeur of the Blackwood family home. The driver guided her toward the main entrance, where Bartell was already waiting.
"Luna Margaret is expecting you, Ms. Miranda," Bartell informed her, his tone perfectly proper yet somehow conveying his reservations about her presence.
He stopped her at the entrance to the meeting room, giving a short knock before a cool, disinterested voice responded from within. Only then did he gesture for her to enter.
Inside the elegant room sat Luna Margaret, holding a delicate teacup, her sharp and calculating eyes immediately assessing Miranda from head to toe.
The woman's aura was intimidating—far more powe
