“She wasn’t just any wolf shifter.”
David’s eyes narrowed. He took a step closer, his presence imposing. I wanted to step back, but I held my ground before my father. “Do we know her?”
“In a way.” My fists balled up. “I believe she’s Muriel Vale’s daughter. She’s a white wolf with a unicorn horn.”
From narrow slits, my father’s eyes then widened. His brows rose into his forehead under loose frocks of hair before his nose wrinkled up in a look of snide amusement. “Is that so?”
I nodded.
“You’re telling me that not only do we now have Muriel Vale in our grasp, but we have her daughter—a shifter possessing another unicorn horn—right on our doorstep? Things are turning out far better than I anticipated,” drawled David.
He wasn’t as shocked as I thought he’d be. I would argue that t
