"It's Hayley after all." The housekeeper's voice trembled with anger she was barely holding back. "I can't believe someone so young could carry such malice. Old Madam Presgrave treated her like a guest in this pack estate."
I watched the last seconds of the recording replay in my mind. Hayley moved with calm precision inside the medicine chamber, swapping the Elder Luna's tonics without hesitation. Every motion was deliberate. Controlled. Wrong. My Alpha instincts tightened with each frame, as if the air itself recognized the violation inside pack territory.
I had sensed she was dangerous the moment she first crossed into Anastasia's life years ago. But I never expected her reach to extend this far—into Harriet, the Elder Luna of the Presgrave bloodline. The one who held our pack's stability together through decades of pressure and conflict.
The footage ended with her turning slightly toward the camera. Just enough for her expression to be seen.
A smile.
