FAT, BARREN, AND REJECTED
“If Ashcombe manages to convince even two or three of the neutral packs to withdraw their support for this alliance, you could find yourself facing a much larger political fight than a single wedding was ever meant to cause.”
I sat with that for a long moment, turning the information over, weighing it against everything else currently unresolved in this house — a bride whose real identity remained uncertain, a grandmother clearly protecting some version of the truth I hadn’t fully uncovered, a wolf that had reacted with startling intensity to a woman I’d sworn, less than an hour ago, to keep at a careful distance.
The timing of it all felt uncomfortably convenient. A rival conglomerate sudde