Mary Ann’s POV
The witness’s words followed us back to Mooncrest.
The marriage must end.
By the time we returned to the central pack house, both councils had already gathered in the main chamber. Mooncrest elders occupied one side of the long table, while the Ironclaw representatives who travelled with us sat on the other. The division was immediate and obvious. Silver and blue on one side. Black and gray on the other.
No one trusted anyone.
That was exactly what our enemy wanted.
My father stood near the head of the table, speaking quietly with Modric. Both men wore the same hard expression, though tension remained between them. Alpha Sterling had not forgotten that his daughter had nearly died under Ironclaw protection. Modric had not forgotten that Mooncrest evidence had been foun
