Chapter 39
“NO NEED TO KNOCK, HONOR. Come on in.”
Without me asking it to, my right hand twisted the door knob of the war room. My left hand rose to push against the barrier. Then Destiny and I were face to face.
She lounged in Ruth’s chair wearing what appeared to be Ruth’s dress. Even the rhinestone sandals were the same.
My stomach lurched. This was wrong on so many levels, starting with the Acosta clan members huddled in one corner and culminating in the vaguely familiar male—one of George’s new pack mates?—standing over my friends with a g*n.
At least the pups were nowhere in sight.
“Have a seat,” Destiny told me. The collar around my neck didn’t tighten when I kept my feet planted. Instead, the other woelfin merely shrugged. “No? Well, suit yourself. The bonds will form no matt
