"Yes! Beta Peregrine will back me up!" Odessa's voice was shrill with false conviction. "When I was on the verge of dying, she just ran off, and it was Beta Peregrine who rushed me to the Pack's healer!"
At that moment, as if waiting for his cue, Beta Peregrine stepped forward. His voice was steady but his eyes showed the weight of the memories. "That’s the truth, Uncle Thomas. I was hunting when I found Aunt Odessa, bleeding from a miscarriage. I didn’t hesitate—I took her straight to the Pack's healer. The whole day felt like an endless nightmare."
Before anyone could react, Odessa—now exposed as a rogue with no true place in our Pack—pointed at me with venom. “Do something, Thomas! Look at this brat glaring at me! She’s showing no respect, none whatsoever!”
Her eyes gleamed with mali
