Chapter 7

Dorothy's Kaia was gripping the wheel tighter than necessary, her other hand balled into a fist against her thigh as her Porsche roared down the forest-fringed road beyond Silver Creek's territory lines. “That she-wolf,” she growled, her hazel gaze still stormy from earlier. “Your ex-mother-in-law? Absolute menace. I swear, she smells like rotten lemon.” I didn't bother defending Selene Silverclaw. There was nothing left to defend. Kaia huffed, her shoulders shifting as she glanced at me sideways. “But seriously—how did you survive three years under the same roof as that banshee? I mean, I'll tolerate a lot for a good time, but no pack bond—or midnight Alpha romp—is worth surrendering my dignity.” I gave her a little shrug, eyes out the window as the dense pine forest blurred by. “We all make mistakes…” Kaia snorted, her laughter cutting through the tension like dawnlight. “Fair. But good Goddess, did you see her outfit? Shiny symbols of wealth stamped all over her. Tom Ford, Cartier,