Chapter 176: Sacred Claims and Silver Pain
(Rachel's POV)
I never thought they would dare. Not here. Not in broad daylight.
The soothing aroma of moon-blessed oils filled the luxury salon. I sat comfortably in the velvet chair, letting the beta wolf beautician spread a rejuvenating cream across my hands. My wolf, although feeding off my proud heritage, had grown strangely restless today. I dismissed it. A wolf's instinct doesn’t always dictate reason.
"Mrs. Pierce, is the pressure alright?" asked the beautician, Sarah Jones. Her tone was calm, professional.
"Fine," I muttered, my thoughts wandering. My fingers tapped against the armrest impatiently. As I glanced at my reflection in the crystal mirror, I found irritation gnawing at me.
Victoria's antics of late were proving diff
