Seth’s POV
I was muttering under my breath about my findings when all of a sudden I felt a stiletto heel lash out and strike me hard in the shin.
The audacity!
I was about to strike back when I realized who it was.
“Ow! Sabrina, what was that for?” I yelped, clutching my sore leg.
She shot me a look of sheer exasperation. Promising more if I continued to grumble.
This is no way to treat her Alpha, muttered Ryan, my wolf.
Whatever, she’s my sister, I said. This is just like her.
I kept my curses to myself. But Sabrina must’ve sensed my displeasure. She merely rolled her eyes. Took a serene sip of her sparkling water. And resumed watching the auction. The very picture of restored composure.
The Silverfang Pack, one of Briarwood’s leading packs, prided itself on internal unity. We we
