Chapter 46
I practically sprinted back to the pack house, my heart hammering against my ribs. The words kept echoing in my head: *The plan to separate the mates is proceeding perfectly.*
Mason was in his temporary office, bent over a stack of territorial maps. He looked up the second I burst through the door, immediately picking up on my panic.
“What happened?” He was around the desk and by my side in seconds.
“They're planning to separate us.” The words tumbled out in a rush. “Eliza, this Joffrey person—they don't just want to use me. They want to take you away from me.”
Mason's expression darkened as I recounted everything I'd overheard. His jaw got tighter with each detail, especially when I mentioned how they planned to use my “emotional attachment” against me.
“Son of a b***h,”
