Morgan's POV.
I paced back and forth across the room, my heels clicking against the polished wooden floor.
My heart hammered in my chest as I replayed the events at the pack house. Everything should have gone smoothly.
Everything. I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms as anger and frustration surged through me. Sara. That smug, insufferable Sara.
At that moment, the door flew open with a bang, and my mother stormed in, slamming it shut behind her.
Her face was flushed, and her chest heaved like she had run up the stairs.
"What really happened at the pack house, Morgan?!" she demanded, her voice sharp and laced with panic.
I stopped pacing and turned to face her, my own temper flaring. "What happened?!" I snapped, throwing my hands into the air.
"I'll tell you wh
