KATHERINE POV
I was going to burn something.
Or someone.
Preferably someone.
The foyer of the pack house felt too small, too quiet, and far too full of Angela’s reddish gaze watching me like she was a seer who already knew I was two seconds away from snapping.
I’d been pacing for twenty minutes straight—maybe more—waiting for my aunt and cousin to arrive, and I swear the damn floorboards had started creaking just to annoy me. Every creak sounded like a tick of a countdown I couldn’t stop.
Aunt Elira had agreed to come down from Alaska. Finally. She’d realized it was safer here in the Winter Pack. Not that Wisteria wasn’t powerful—it was. But not even she could deny that Jonas Hound’s reach had spread too far. Too deep. And now that there was a gorgon on the loose? F*ck no. She needed
