Chapter 16

I must’ve checked Oliver’s account like twenty times. Ever since he dropped that bomb of a post, everyone’s been going nuts. My grandson, Alpha Oliver—my pride and joy—hasn’t had a she-wolf by his side once in the past ten years. Heck, he barely even posts online. Then today? Boom. Two back-to-back posts announcing the Luna of the Claw Pack. I clutched my phone, grinning like an idiot right there in my seat. The Claw Pack had called a meeting just for this. Waiting for Oliver to show up so we could talk about the Luna. Everyone was hyped. Well, everyone except for one voice dripping with sarcasm from the edge of the room. I shot a sharp glance over and—oh, of course—Sarah Davis, Oliver’s distant cousin. She got the best Alpha genes and looks like she just walked off a magazine cover. "Oh? Got something against the Luna?" I called out. Sarah daintily sipped her tea and let out a dramatic little hum, not a care in the world. "Me? Not at all, Grandpa Charlie," she replied in that cold, sh