But then anger surged, and before Elodie could pick up, Liora jabbed the screen and cut the call.
Her chest rose and fell quickly, hot tears burning her eyes. She hated herself for dialing at all.
In Northern Pack, far away, Elodie stirred awake in her bed, groggy from exhaustion. The sight of her daughter's name flashing on her phone had jolted her upright, her heart pounding with sudden hope. But before she could answer, the line went dead.
Elodie froze, staring at the darkened screen, confusion bleeding into panic. Liora never hung up on her. Not once.
Fear prickled through her. Something was wrong. She tried calling back.
Upstairs in the villa, Liora saw the screen light up again with her mother's name. Her chest clenched so hard it hurt. She wanted to answer, to cry into her moth
