Lina's POV
Storm Pack Main House was exactly as I remembered it—imposing, elegant, and utterly controlled. Much like the woman herself.
I found her in the sitting room, still muttering curses about her "ungrateful son" who was currently kneeling in the Pack shrine, reflecting on his many mistakes.
"Lina!" Her face softened when she saw me. "Have you eaten? You shouldn't be running around this late, especially in your condition."
"I haven't, actually. Would you like to have dinner together?"
"You came all this way just to keep an old woman company?" She patted the seat beside her fondly. "You're too good for this family, child. Come, sit. I'll have the staff prepare something."
As I settled next to her, she added casually, "Victoria is joining us."
I blinked in surpri
