Karliah’s POV***
The commotion at my outer gate heralded Kristopher’s unexpected visit. He demanded entry, making a scene that rippled through the pack territory. Reluctantly, I allowed him into the pack house, leading him to the meeting room where I intended to handle the situation firmly.
“Where’s Kiera?” Kristopher barked as soon as we were face-to-face.
I kept my tone neutral, masking my true feelings. “I don’t know, Kristopher.”
He wasn’t satisfied with my answer. “Stop playing games, Karliah. I know she’s here.”
I raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. “Do you? Maybe you should look harder then.”
Kristopher’s frustration was palpable as he probed for more information. “Tell me where she is, Karliah. It’s important.”
I leaned back, crossing my arms. “And why should I help you,
