Chapter 211

• Third Person's POV
• The black Rolls-Cullinan, bristling with arrogance like a dominant Alpha, gradually disappeared at the end of the road, only to be replaced moments later by another familiar pack vehicle pulling up in front of her.
• Celestine scrambled, shoving the photographs she had just gathered into her coat. Her mind churned, picturing the faces of the Moonvale Pack who had watched her suffer in the holding cells without lifting a claw to help. The hatred twisting her expression softened momentarily, replaced by a fragile, desperate smile.