Chapter 48: The Father of My Pups
(Grace's POV)
The air in the pack security office was suffocating, thick with charged emotions and unspoken accusations.
Wolves of various rankings crowded the room, their whispered conversations creating an incessant hum that made my nausea worse.
My hand tightened around my bag, knuckles white as I forced myself not to show even an ounce of weakness.
Victoria sat across the room, her fragile frame perched on the edge of a chair that might as well have been a throne in her mind. She dabbed at her eyes delicately with a silk handkerchief, the picture of a victim.
Her honey-blonde hair gleamed under the soft light, every inch of her appearance carefully calculated to draw pity. The crystal she accused me of stealing shimmered faintly on the tabl
