I was hauled unceremoniously into a black commercial van.
"Where are you taking me?" I rasped, mustering the last dregs of her strength.
"Our apologies, Mrs. Sterling," one muttered, avoiding my gaze. "Ms. Telder is fighting for her life. Alpha Henry Sterling is furious. He's invoking pack discipline for an attack on a rank family member unjustly—you're to be confined to the dungeon for reflection."
So, my torment within the Sterling family wasn't over.
These were Henry's warriors. I had misjudged everything. Henry's fondness for Breanne matched that of everyone else. In the end, she was the pitiful outsider, Breanne, their cherished pearl—the daughter of Henry’s deceased Beta.
Jostled by the van's movement, I drifted in and out, fragmented memories surfacing.
I remembered the naiv
