is

hall was thick with disbelief. My father, Craig Rowe, was the first to break

me. "Who do you think you are? The Lara Consortium belongs

e floor. "A delusional little girl, throwing a tantrum!

. "She's gone mad with jealous

er initial shock giving way to something else. She looked from my determined face to her hu

walked to my side and took my hand. Her

ed, my voice quiet but carrying the weight of undeniable truth. "My gran

raig, Cydney, and Belia stared at my mothe

that kind of power?" my father

ing. "Because my father knew," she said, her voice breaking slightly, "

Lara family 'loaned' the Rowe Pack the majority of the furnishings, art, and initial capital for this man

one Pack. We should help each other through difficult times, shoul

cracking. "Those things were her do

agreement and asset inventory. I placed it gently on the dining table. "This is

He had signed it, thinking it a mere formality to appe

Pack's honor, I have already mind-linked the Elders. I've invited them to bear witne

ost cherished concept: honor. In front of the El

hatred. "You treacherous bitch! We gave you a home

nd, but she looked as

l what you say, Grandmother. The Lara family's contributions to this Pack are m

w. "Also, effective immediately, my mother is unwell and requires complete

re of pure, unadulterated panic. Cydney's hand flew to her chest, her breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps. For a woman who had s

r, Eleanor Foster, burst into the

chief steward of the Lara family! He's at the main gate

eet, his chair crashing

reeched, scrambling to her feet

trembling. "But... the Pack Elder

her chest. Carson had to grab he

satisfaction settling deep in my

r. Let's go pack our personal belongi

their storm of panic. It gave my mot

her. But I could feel his eyes on us, and for the first time in h