Author's POV
That afternoon, Rose had barely stepped through the threshold of the Holt estate, supported by Margaret's steady arm, when the butler came rushing toward them.
His face was ashen, his usual composure completely shattered.
"Luna Rose, Luna Margaret..." His voice cracked. "A fax just came through. An urgent one."
Margaret was already in a foul mood from the day's events. She snapped at him without looking up. "It's just a fax. Why are you acting like the pack's under attack? Take it to the study."
"That's not—the contents of this fax..." The butler's eyes darted nervously to Rose, uncertainty flickering across his features. He clearly wasn't sure if he should continue.
Rose's sharp gaze cut to him like a blade. "There are no outsiders here. Speak."
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