(Audrey's POV)
I arrived at the Silver Moon Café fifteen minutes early, my nerves on edge. The café was situated beside the infamous Silver Moon Club, where wealthy wolves gambled away pack resources without a second thought.
Howard Mitchell was already there, nursing what appeared to be whiskey despite the early hour. His eyes lit up when he spotted me, an unsettling eagerness in his expression.
"Little coyote," he greeted me, using that hated nickname. "You actually came."
I slid into the booth across from him, keeping my posture rigid and alert. "I want answers about what you said at the hospital."
Howard waved his hand dismissively. "I was angry. You know how it is when the wolf gets riled up. We say things."
His casual tone only deepened my suspicion. Howard Mitchell never backed down from an opportunity to hurt someone.
"You specifically said I wasn't a true Winter," I pressed, leaning forward. "What did you mean by that?"
A waitress approached our table, and Howard raise
