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“Iris!” Avery shouted at the top of her lungs barging inside Lysander’s massive dining c*m living hall. Every pack member already in a heated argument with Iris whipped their heads to her aghast face.
Iris herself had turned to stone, where before she was giving Lysander’s troops a piece of her mind. She’d recognised one of the men from the day of the attack on their town. If it wasn’t for Soner, the solider would be dead by now.
Brenda, Joshua, Sonia and a few others were just about to ready to tie Iris up and send her off to the dungeons. They were at their wit’s end.
“This mutt ruined the designer carpet, this is too much Alpha. You need to he careful of who we let into the main packhouse. Jeez, ill-mannered.” Brenda hissed at Iris who as of right now was not hearing a word bein
