I open my mouth. Close it. My wolf whines, ears pinned back. She’s right. Damn it, she’s right.
“I’m the Beta,” I say quietly. “It’s my job to know who’s in my pack. To protect everyone—”
“Bullshit,” she says, voice low and dangerous. “You could’ve come to me. Asked me. But no, you had to play detective and then toss me under the bus in front of Alpha Keith and the whole Blue Rock entourage. Now they’ve requested a meeting with me. Not you. Not the Alpha. Me. Because now I’m some… genetic mystery they want to poke at.”
The anger breaks through my frustration like glass underfoot. “I didn’t tell them to interrogate you, and they can’t, not without Alpha Keith present. You're not one of their wolves, you're ours.”
“Am I?” she sneers. “Is this how you treat your wolves? With deception and
