Aiden’s POV

At my pack’s grounds, my mother walked in with her head lifted high, chin raised in that familiar expression of aristocratic disdain she had worn all her life. But even from where I stood, I could see the tension in her shoulders.

She had already heard the whispers. Everyone had. Word traveled fast in a pack especially when it involved scandal. Especially when it involved Percy and Rue, and the public confrontation that had taken place in the restaurant.

I watched her approach ...