Victoria
"Shadow Pack's business is their own," I replied neutrally. "As is Howlthorne's."
"Strange, then," Marcus continued, his remaining eye fixed on me with unnerving intensity, "that Alpha Moretti has been seen on Howlthorne territory with increasing frequency."
"The Northern packs have historically maintained cordial relations with various business entities," I deflected smoothly. "Even those with... colorful reputations."
Marcus leaned forward, his voice dropping to a dangerous purr. "Is that what you'd call it? Cordial relations? I've heard it described in much more... intimate terms."
The insinuation hung in the air, and I felt Garrett stiffen behind me. I knew exactly what Marcus was doing—attempting to paint me as Leo's puppet, a mere plaything being used to gai
