KILLIAN’S POV.
The moment the office doors closed, my mother turned on me.
“No.”
Just like that.
I exhaled slowly and pulled off my jacket.
“Mother—”
“Absolutely not.”
Her voice rose immediately.
“Over my dead body will that girl remain in this pack, Killian. Not even for one night.”
My jaw tightened slightly.
So this was how the conversation was going to go.
I leaned back against the desk, watching her carefully.
She pointed sharply toward the door.
“That girl brought trouble the moment she arrived,” she said. “A blood-covered crow flying around like it lost its mind before dying at her feet? And you expect me to ignore that?”
“She did not cause it.”
My mother let out a cold laugh.
“And I’m supposed to believe that was a coincidence?” she asked. “That bird was a sign, Kill
