Author's POV
A flicker of satisfaction crossed Clara's face.
She'd always known the Holts were opportunists. As long as she had power, they'd fall in line.
"Fine," Clara said curtly. "Follow me."
But when they reached the entrance, the security guards stopped them cold.
One of the guards checked their faces against a list, then looked up sharply. "You're from Silver Creek Pack?"
"That's right," Derek said quickly. "But I'm not with the pack directly—I work for Harborview Trust Bank."
"Doesn't matter." The guard's voice was flat and unyielding. "You're all on the blacklist. Orders from the top. None of you are allowed inside. And anyone accompanying you is also barred entry. Leave now, or we'll have you escorted out."
Clara's face went pale with shock and embarrass
