Chapter 87: Pack Claims
(Grace's POV)
The air in the pack hospital's healing wing crackled like an impending storm as whispers filled the corridors.
News of Victoria's plagiarized healing crystal designs spread through the pack bonds faster than fire on a dry summer day. Every voice carried hints of judgment or anticipation, as if the whole pack collectively held its breath.
I walked through the wing, my shoes clicking softly against the polished floors. Pregnant or not, I had to hold my head high. Their stolen glances and hushed murmurs couldn't touch me—not today.
The faint scent of hostility mixed with carefully applied perfume reached me before I even saw Rebecca. She was waiting for me just past the turn near the restrooms, her domineering presence impossible to miss.
"You
