So, after one of Aunt Ava's decadent mushroom roast dinners and half a bottle of that vintage burgundy Uncle Bill kept hidden in the cellar, I cracked my knuckles and dropped onto the sofa with parchment documents and a mission.
Thankfully, I wasn't alone.
"Oh, bloody hell!" Kaia's voice echoed sharply through the hall, followed by a loud thump.
I poked my wet head out of the bathroom, my toothbrush still clutched between my teeth. “Who bit you this time?”
She stormed in with her iPad Air like it was a shield of war, livid and panting with Beta-born fury. “"Those slander-peddling, rot-souled wolves should’ve been spayed by the Moon herself!”
“Judging by the tone,” I mused past a mouthful of mint, “I'm guessing it's something Silverclaw-shaped?”
“I swear it came straight
