Chapter 8
I stared into those red eyes — eyes that matched mine perfectly. No shock. No disgust. Just… recognition. As if he'd been expecting this moment.
“Mason,” he said simply, as if we were meeting for coffee instead of being caught in the middle of my revenge plot.
Up close, everything about him screamed power. He towered over me, all muscle and authority, with that unmistakable alpha presence that made even the strongest wolves step back. But there was something else in those red eyes. Something deeper. Like he knew secrets about me that I hadn't even discovered yet.
I tried to talk, but Eliza's ear-splitting scream cut through the kitchen noise.
“POISONER!” The sound of her heels echoed through the kitchen. “She's trying to poison the pack!”
My heart dropped as footsteps thund
