It was time to return to the Iron Heart pack.
Zoriana sighed as she reviewed the balance in her pack’s bank account. Although ZRoux had already brought in significant revenue, the numbers were sobering once the warriors' wages, supplies, and building materials were deducted. Only five thousand dollars remained.
She knew that upon completion of her mission, she would receive five million dollars—enough to ensure her pack never struggled again. Yet, the thought of the end brought her no peace. Tristan’s execution would bring her only sorrow. She wasn't even sure he was as guilty as charged, nor was she certain the life of a Queen was truly her calling, even if Gael was the right man for her.
She covered her eyes with her palm for a moment to steady her breath. When she looked at the scree
