Sadie’s POV
"Henry filed the custody petition at nine o'clock this morning. By nine forty-five, I was in his house. Not his office. His house. Where his wife was making breakfast and his son was getting ready for school." Taylor's voice didn't waver. "I sat at his kitchen table and I explained to him, in very precise terms, what would happen to his family, his pack, and his bloodline if that petition was not withdrawn by noon."
"And?"
"It was withdrawn at eleven fifty-two."
The silence that followed was so complete that I could hear my own heartbeat in my ears. Taylor sat perfectly still at the head of the table, his hands flat on the wood, watching me with those gold eyes, and I realized with a slow, creeping horror that he was not telling me this to reassure me.
He was telling me th
