Third Person POV
Margherite couldn’t believe her own eyes.
That morning at breakfast, she’d caught a glimpse of a girl who should have been dead.
She had shrugged it off, dismissing it as a trick of the light or a silly thought—nothing more.
Later, while she was busy with her chores around the pack house, she overheard Alpha Keegan and Alpha Kendrick talking in hushed tones as they headed toward the gym.
Something about a cat.
Margherite had paused, listening carefully.
Two grown-ass men whispering about how cute a kitten was, how they wanted to bring it into their apartment?
It sounded so weird her brain just couldn’t wrap around it.
Still, she hadn’t given it much thought after that. She had better things to focus on—like Alpha Kyle.
When she saw him stroll out of the alpha off
