Chapter 83
A thunderous voice shattered the tension in the packhouse, vibrating through the floorboards. Every wolf in the living room snapped to attention, heads whipping toward the kitchen archway. Standing there, radiating a cold, palpable fury, was Allie. She hadn’t just arrived; she had seen every bitter second of the confrontation between Celinda and Genevieve.
“Luna!”
The greeting was a chorus of submission as the pack members instinctively bowed their heads. Allie’s gaze swept the room, landing on Candy, who was kneeling beside Sarah. While Sarah remained seated on the couch, her face pale and drawn, Allie felt the jarring disconnect between her cousin’s frail appearance and the volatile, toxic energy radiating from Genevieve.
“Celinda, step away from Genevieve Stone. Now,” All
