Natalie's POV
The Varrick pack arrived like an army. Dozens of wolves pouring through the broken warehouse walls. Their eyes glowed gold in the darkness and their growls shook the concrete beneath my feet. I was still weak from the silver restraints. Still reeling from Elara's revelation. Still trying to process that my grandmother was standing beside me after thirty years of being dead.
Xander shifted back to human form. Naked and bleeding but standing between me and the approaching threat. "Stay behind me," he said. His voice was rough. Raw.
"No," I replied. "I am done hiding."
Elara placed a hand on my shoulder. Her touch was cold and steady. "These are not Harvesters child. The Varrick pack is one of the oldest bloodlines in the territory. They do not negotiate. They do not comprom
