Chapter 5

My mother was rushed to the emergency room. Mercifully, they intervened in time—she was out of critical danger.

Sitting at her bedside, gazing at her pale, drawn face, I pulled out my phone and messaged Felix:

Is the agreement ready? I won’t budge one inch on asset division. If he refuses to sign, take it straight to the Werewolf Court.

Felix replied:

Your finances are too entangled. I need three more days.

Three days later, bond-breaking agreement in hand, I went directly to Pack House.

Pack House—from selecting the site to the renovation to establishing the Pack’s company, from the very first client to its current scale—my fingerprints were on every inch of it.