Chapter Thirty
Ace had almost forgotten what a quiet evening felt like. She’d stayed late at her grandmother’s cottage, letting the smell of chicken and herbs and wood polish wrap around her the way pack politics never could. Grandma Jean had talked about nothing and everything. About the weather, about the old Alpha, about how Ace needed to remember to eat real food that hadn’t been delivered in plastic containers, and Ace had let herself listen. Let herself be a granddaughter instead of a Beta. Then the link hit. ‘Beta Ace, three assumed rogues were spotted near the falls. One was detained but… Beta… he’s not a rogue.’ Every muscle in her body snapped right back into duty. Her chair scraped the floor as she stood. “What happened?” her grandmother asked, already reading her face. “Small situation
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