Ava's POV
I headed back to the pack house, my mind reeling from everything Steve had dumped on me. Ivan, the Alpha of another pack, wasn't about to let Freya's murder go unpunished—hell, I wouldn't either if someone offed the woman I loved. My gut was yelling that he'd come looking for payback, and Liam's cocky mug would be right at the top of his hit list. The idea sent a cold chill racing down my back, but part of me couldn't care less. Let this cursed pack go up in flames for all I gave a damn, after they'd tossed me aside five years ago like yesterday's garbage.
I paused in front of the pack house's huge doors, taking it all in. Workers hustled by, lugging gear, their boots stirring up clouds of dust. Fighters marched past in tight groups, blades clashing, sweat dripping as they dril
