Mother’s eyes caught my subtle shift in posture, her sharp gaze focusing on me.
"Alexander," she commanded. "Where exactly do your intentions lie? Speak plainly about Victoria and the future of the pack."
The weight of her words pinned me. My mind scrambled for clarity amidst the chaos of my wolf’s behavior. That scent was pulling at me, making it difficult to focus.
"Pups are sacred to pack law," I said carefully, unwilling to commit further, my focus torn.
A sharp gasp drew my attention to the doorway.
Grace stood there, her violet eyes wide, her face pale. Her hand gripped the doorframe for support, her other hand… held her abdomen.
In a heartbeat, she turned and fled.
"Grace!" I called instinctively, stepping forward.
"Let her go," Mother’s voice snapped, halting me in
