Celeste’s POV

This was a disaster.

Celeste stood over one of the several cots taking up space in the packhouse. There had been another attempt to take over their land by a rival pack in Jersey. The wolfpack wasn’t a united front since Wyatt had left.

It didn’t help that Edgar wasn’t stepping up to the plate. The she-wolf held Winifred’s hand as she laid in the cot, injured by the most recent attack. Winifred would be okay, thank God, but it was only a matter of ...