My mother’s voice slices through the pack bond like she’s standing right beside us. “Kali? You lying bitch.”
I swear I feel Sienna flinch before she even turns toward the lodge. Her expression shifts from shock to careful wariness. “You got old, Rowe.”
“Aunt Kali—” I try, but she’s already shaking with rage. Her claws are out without her realizing, digging half-moons into her palms. Every wolf in the room straightens without meaning to.
“Mom, let me explain—”
“Later.” My mother’s voice could cut glass. She doesn’t even glance at Kali. Her eyes sweep over the rest of us—Maddox, Ryker, Cora, the junior enforcers. “Everyone to the mess hall. Eat first. And nobody breathes a word about this to anyone. That includes the elders. Understood?”
The pack scatters like someone yells ‘fire.’ Only
