EMMA
Snow wasn't the only thing piling up against the stone walls of the Chateâu de la Croix; it was the filth, the neglect, and the sheer, testosterone-fueled incompetence of a pack that had forgotten how to live like anything other than scavengers.
Gabriel was locked in a war room with the High Council elders, trying to navigate the fallout of Julian’s treachery and Damien’s technological assault. The "Bond" was a low, aching thrum in the back of my mind—a constant reminder of his exhaustion. But while he handled the politics of blood, I was staring at a Great Hall that looked less like a seat of power and more like a f*****g dive bar after a riot.
"You’re doing what, now?"
I didn't turn around. I kept my eyes on the clipboard I’d scavenged from the administrative wing. "I’m implemen
