Sora's POVViolet doesn't take losing well.
I should've known. A woman like that, cornered, doesn't back off. She digs in and she gets nasty.
It starts small. A rumor moving through the pack, that the wolfless ex-Luna crawled back to Blackwood dragging some stray she found in a gutter, passing him off as her son. Then it's not so small. People I need to talk to for the records suddenly won't. Doors that were open two days ago are shut. She's calling in old favors, poisoning the ground ahead of me.
Then she goes for Oliver.
I'm in the main house wing, chasing one last file, when I hear her voice carrying from the sitting room. Loud on purpose. Meant to be heard.
"—no papers on the child at all. None. She can't even say where he came from. For all anyone knows she took him from somewhere
