KLAUS’S POV
I wasn’t even at the packhouse when the call came in. I was at the old training grounds, trying to work off the mess in my head the only way I knew how—by fighting shadows that couldn’t talk back.
The call came from Ares. I ignored it the first time. But the second time, I picked up—more out of habit than choice.
“What?” I barked, sweat still dripping down my temple.
“You need to get down here. Now,” Ares said, his voice tight. “It’s Gina.”
My heart stopped. “What happened?”
“Sarah happened,” he muttered. “She slapped her. In public. Made a scene. The whole damn street saw it.”
I froze. “What do you mean she slapped her?”
“I mean she accused Gina of trying to steal me. Accused her of sleeping around—said she killed Mike, tried to turn the pack against her. It got bad, K
