Gracie’s POV
“We couldn’t catch them,” the head of the guards muttered, eyes fixed on the marble floor like it could swallow him whole.
“What did you say?” My father’s voice was razor sharp, slicing through the thick tension in the room. Beta Alvarick wasn’t a man who liked repetition, especially not when failure was involved.
The guard straightened up, his jaw clenched tight. “I’m sorry, Beta. We tried. But there was interference. Someone else helped them.”
“Who?” My father barked.
“We don’t know yet, sir.”
The room fell into a heavy silence. I sat stiffly in the velvet chair by the fireplace, my hands clenching the armrests until my nails dug into the wood. My stomach twisted. Not just in anger. In confusion. In fear. In hate.
“How difficult is it to kill one pregnant she-wolf and
