The Crescent Moon packhouse stank of fear.Sterling stood at the head of the war table, his knuckles white, his face a mask of controlled fury. Three weeks since the Summit. Three weeks since his pack became a joke. Three weeks since she became a legend.The doors opened. Thorne dragged in the hunters—the ones who had survived the farmhouse. Their leader was shaking, his face still pale, his eyes still wild."Report," Sterling snarled.The hunter couldn't meet his eyes. "Alpha, she—the defect—she's not what we thought.""She's a defect. A half-breed. An Omega who scrubbed our floors.""No." The hunter's voice cracked. "She made us kneel. One word. One word, and we were in the dirt, choking on her power. Her eyes were silver. Her hands were lightning. She said—" He swallowed. "She said to tell you to keep her floors clean. She said she's coming to claim her pack."Sterling's face didn't change. His voice was soft. Deadly. "She said that?"The hunter nodded.Sterling moved faster than a
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