Chapter 156

The early morning tranquility of Pinewood Heights was shattered as a procession of sleek black vehicles crawled through the community entrance. The unusual motorcade caused immediate traffic congestion, drawing curious stares from residents out for their morning walks. "What on earth is happening?" whispered one elderly woman to her power-walking companion. Their curiosity only intensified as impeccably dressed people emerged from the vehicles, carrying garment bags and equipment into the neighborhood. Like moths to a flame, the nosy neighbors followed. When Gina Winter opened her front door, she was startled to find a swarm of strangers blocking her entryway. Her heart skipped a beat, fearing some catastrophe. "Is this Allison Winter's residence?" asked a professional-looking woman at the front of the group. "Y-yes, it is," Gina stammered, her wolf senses heightening with protective instinct. Without further ceremony, the group surged into the house, bringing with them racks of exquis