Grace had just stopped crying when the woman walked through our door.
I knew her face from photographs Marcus had burned but I remembered. Older now, but unmistakable. Auburn hair streaked with silver. Green eyes like mine. A presence that commanded without speaking.
"Rebecca," I whispered.
My mother. Who supposedly died of cancer twenty-two years ago. Standing in my clubhouse doorway like resurrection made flesh.
"Hello, Eva." Her voice was exactly as I remembered from childhood memories I thought were dreams. "I know you have questions. But right now, we have maybe ten minutes before Alpha arrives, and you need to be gone before that happens."
"Alpha?" Albert struggled to his feet despite his wounds. "Who the hell is Alpha?"
"X's enforcer. His primary weapon. Makes Thomas Kane's cy
