The Monroes refused to back down. They tried calling again.
Elena growled low in her chest as she blocked the number without hesitation. Her fingers moved fast as she gathered all the evidence she had collected over the moons. The voice recordings, text threads, pictures, everything. If the Monroes dared to touch her again, she would tear them apart in the court.
Far away, in a shady hotel room with blackout curtains, the Monroe family stirred like a nest of angry vipers.
"That mutt!" Aunt Victoria snapped, her claws tapping the wooden table. "Just like her cursed mother! Unmarked mongrel! She’s aiming for Nathan’s birthright!" She let out a bitter snarl. "Nathan, you better bare your fangs tomorrow at the show. Get close to the old Gamma of Crescent Moon Pack. We cannot let that she-wo
