Blackthorn Manor was no longer a sanctuary of peace.
Silas strode into the grand hall, his presence a dark cloud of suppressed fury. He had just finished investigating the origins of the sudden unrest. Even through the thick stone walls and across the vast gardens of the estate, the muffled roars of the mob outside reached them. The werewolves were chanting slogans—disrespectful, venomous words aimed directly at Selena.
Silas’s eyes were cold. He deeply regretted his previous restraint. He had spared those people out of respect for Selena’s usual leniency toward her pack. Had he known it would lead to this, he would have slaughtered every witness at the mall and burned the evidence to ash.
“Have you found the source?”
Selena was reclining on the sofa, a stray cow-print cat curled in he
