Beatrice POV
I was eating breakfast with Corin when Silas burst into the dining room.
"We have a problem," he said.
Theron looked up from his papers. "What kind of problem?"
"The kind with an ego and a political agenda." Silas tossed a letter onto the table. "Alpha Damon of Western Territories just arrived at our gates."
My stomach dropped. "He's here? Now?"
"With a full delegation." Silas nodded. "Twenty wolves. All armed and wearing their pack colors."
"That's a show of force." Theron stood. "Did he send word he was coming?"
"No." Silas picked up the letter again. "He just showed up and demanded an audience. Said it's a matter of urgency regarding Beatrice's claim to the Wynter name."
"My claim?" I set down my fork. "What does that mean?"
"It means trouble." Corin's jaw tighten
