Chapter 73

MADELINE’S POV  It was a chilly morning. I stood at the edge of the pack training grounds, watching my breath turn into visible puffs in the cold air. I pulled my coat tighter around me, my thoughts random as I replayed the conversation I’d had with Louisiana days ago.  I had told her about Alpha Novare's ridiculous demands. She had been unusually quiet since then, which wasn’t Louisiana. But now, I needed her help.  The plan I had in mind was simple, but risky. Louisiana despised me, especially where Alpha Novare was concerned. But if I could use her hatred to my advantage, I could get Novare off my back—and maybe ,just maybe,nset myself free.  As if summoned by my thoughts, Louisiana approached, her sharp features set in a scowl. “What do you want from me, Madeline? Looking for another fight you can’t win?” she snapped, her tone dripping with irritation.  “I need your help, Louisiana,” I said quickly, forcing the words out before I could lose my nerve.  She let out a short, mocking l