Evelyn
"Really, Damon. All this drama over a bastard child?"
The courtyard went dead silent. Even the wind seemed to stop. Every eye turned to Margaret Hilton as she stood there, silver hair perfect, pale eyes cold as winter.
I watched Damon's face, waiting for the familiar retreat. The way he always pulled back when it came to Ava. The excuses. The deflection. The careful distance he maintained whenever someone questioned his relationship to his own daughter.
Instead, something shifted in his expression. His jaw tightened. His eyes went dark.
"What did you just call my daughter?"
His voice carried an edge that made everyone in the courtyard take a step back. The authority in it was absolute, unmistaka
EvelynTwo kids were down on the playground, their small forms crumpled near the swings in a way that made my stomach clench. I was already moving toward them before I fully processed what I was seeing, my medical bag clutched in one hand.Pack members had gathered in a loose circle around the children, their voices overlapping in the way crowds did during emergencies—everyone talking, no one really helping."—just collapsed, I swear they were fine a second ago—""—Tommy was on the swing and then he started shaking—""—should someone call the Alpha?"I pushed through them without ceremony. "Move back," I said, dropping to my knees beside the closest child. "Give them space to breathe."Tommy Brennan. Of course it was fucking Tommy.His skin had taken on a grayish pallor that I didn't like, and his breathing was too rapid, too shallow. When I pressed my fingers to his wrist, his pulse was racing underneath my touch. Way too fast for a kid his age."How long have they been unconscious?"
DamonThe conference room felt smaller with Robins in it. Two Alphas in one space always did that. I'd dismissed everyone else after the courtyard mess, but Ava had somehow slipped in when Cole was herding the crowd away. She sat in the corner chair, small legs swinging, dirt still smudged on her torn dress.Should have sent her to Miss Hilda. Would have, normally. But after what happened with Tommy, after seeing her split lip and the way she'd looked at me when I'd finally...Christ. The way her face had lit up when I'd held her. Like she'd been waiting five years for that moment.Maybe she had.Robins stood near the window, hands clasped behind his back. Professional stance. The kind visiting Alphas used when they were pissed but trying not to show it. Dr. Graham sat across from me, her posture rigid. Careful.I kept catching myself looking at her. Something about her profile, the way she held her shoulders. Familiar, but I couldn't place it.Last night's dream flashed through my min
EvelynMargaret staggered backward like I'd slapped her again. Her face went through this fascinating progression—confusion, then dawning horror, then fury. The crowd around us shifted uncomfortably, their heads turning between Margaret and me like they were watching some bizarre tennis match."What did you just say?" Margaret's voice came out strangled.I didn't repeat myself. There was no need. The words hung in the air between us, heavy with implication. I stood there, calm as you please, watching her mind race through possibilities. Watching her try to figure out if I was bluffing.The thing about Margaret Hilton is that she's used to being the smartest person in any room. Used to controlling conversations, manipulating outcomes. But right now? Right now she looked like someone had just told her the sky was actually green and produced photographic evidence."You're bluffing," she snapped, but her voice had lost some of its earlier conviction. "You're just... you're making this wor
Evelyn"She needs to be punished."The words hung in the air like a death sentence. Margaret stood there, blood on her lip, eyes burning with the kind of fury that demanded satisfaction. Tommy's father nodded agreement, sensing vindication. Cole looked grim but resigned.Damon held Ava tighter, his face a mask of conflicted emotions. This was it. The moment where he'd choose pack law over the woman who'd protected his daughter. The moment where I'd finally pay for five years of careful planning.Everyone expected me to cower. To beg. To drop to my knees and plead for mercy like any sensible visiting wolf facing the wrath of an Alpha family.Instead, I straightened my spine and looked Margaret directly in the eye."You can't punish me."The courtyard went dead silent. Not the tense quiet of before, but complete, stunned silence. As if the world itself had stopped to process what I'd just said.Margaret's mouth fell open slightly. Cole's eyebrows shot up. Tommy's father looked like I'd
EvelynThe silence lasted exactly three heartbeats. Then the courtyard exploded."She struck an Alpha family member!""Did you see that?""A visiting wolf just attacked Margaret Hilton!"Voices overlapped, building into something that made my skin crawl. I stood there, hand still tingling from the impact, watching Margaret press her fingers to her reddening cheek. The shock on her face was already hardening into something much more dangerous."This is exactly what I was talking about!" Tommy's father pushed forward, his voice cutting through the chaos. "First my son, now an Alpha family member! Who's next?"The crowd pressed closer. Faces I didn't recognize, pack members who'd been drawn by the commotion. All of them staring at me like I was something diseased."She's completely out of control," someone called out."Violent outsider.""Where does Wood Pack get off sending wolves like this?"Each comment was another weight on my chest. I'd done exactly what I couldn't afford to do—drawn
Evelyn"Really, Damon. All this drama over a bastard child?"The courtyard went dead silent. Even the wind seemed to stop. Every eye turned to Margaret Hilton as she stood there, silver hair perfect, pale eyes cold as winter.I watched Damon's face, waiting for the familiar retreat. The way he always pulled back when it came to Ava. The excuses. The deflection. The careful distance he maintained whenever someone questioned his relationship to his own daughter.Instead, something shifted in his expression. His jaw tightened. His eyes went dark."What did you just call my daughter?"His voice carried an edge that made everyone in the courtyard take a step back. The authority in it was absolute, unmistaka