**(Harold's POV)**I stared at Elara, seeing Madam Evelyn Foster from decades ago. Back then, my mate had been gentle and timid, just like this trembling she-wolf before me.Now Madam Evelyn could tear me apart with words alone. What happened to my gentle mate?"Take the box, Elara," I said, my voice softer. "Your grandmother left it for you."She shook her head, pressing closer to Lucian. "I don't want anything from your pack.""It's not from me. It belonged to your grandmother. She said it should go to her first granddaughter."Madam Evelyn's voice cut sharp. "Harold, why didn't you give this to Madeline when she posed as our daughter? You wanted to keep it."My anger flared. "I knew Madeline wasn't my daughter! I needed time to investigate."Everyone rolled their eyes. Simon Foster leaned against the doorframe, shaking his head at my obvious lies."Sure, Harold," Simon muttered. "Very convenient timing."Madam Evelyn looked at Elara gently. "Take the box, dear. It's yours.
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