Chapter 359

• Third Person's POV
• "Paisley!" Priscilla's voice lashed through the room like a whip. An icy, oppressive aura erupted from her, pinning Georgina and the omega servants against the walls with invisible force.
• Her golden eyes, narrowed to slits, glittered dangerously. "Go fetch that breeder, Willow. Bring her to the conference hall. I need to have a word with Soulrend Pack about whether such a she-wolf still deserves to run with the pack."