Chapter 3

To settle some outstanding business, I returned to the North Wind Pack as an official envoy of the Southern Pack.

I pulled up near the security gate at the pack entrance. The familiar scent of Clara drifted through the air.

She was standing by the iron gates, bragging to an envoy from the Blood Moon Pack.

Even from a distance, I could see the smug, arrogant expression on her face.

"Oh, you have no idea how well my Caleb is doing now!" her shrill voice cut through the air.

"After rejecting that useless human girl, he mated with the daughter of the Blood Moon Pack’s Alpha!"

"The Blood Moon Pack is now our ally. Our power has doubled!"

The envoy took a sip from her travel mug, her eyes filled with quiet disdain. "Is that so? Well, congratulations." Her tone was incredibly dismissive.

Watching Clara's flushed, bragging face, a cold smirk touched my lips.

I pushed the car door open, wearing my custom Southern Pack trench coat. The silver-grey fabric gleamed under the moonlight.

My appearance immediately drew every eye at the gate.

I could feel the gaze of everyone present locking onto me.

Including Clara.

I stepped forward, walking straight toward the center of the entrance.

Clara’s gaze pinned onto me like poisoned nails.

Her eyes were filled with horror and disbelief.

She couldn't believe it was me. In her mind, the useless Elena was supposed to be dead in a ditch, never to recover.

I reached the gate and spoke in a clear, authoritative voice. "Inform your Alpha that the Southern envoy has arrived."

As I spoke, I casually adjusted the collar of my coat.

The silver Southern Pack crest on my chest glinted sharply in the light.

I heard a collective gasp from the crowd behind me.

I turned around to wait.

My gaze swept over Clara's face, completely detached.

At that moment, her pupils dilated with terror.

The smugness on her face froze instantly, replaced by absolute shock.

She recognized me.

Her jaw dropped, and her hand shook so violently that she spilled her hot coffee all over her jacket.

The people around her stared at her like she was crazy.

The Blood Moon envoy frowned and took a step away from her.

I only gave her a passing glance.

As if she were a complete stranger.

There was no hatred in my eyes, no anger, not even a single ripple of emotion.

There was only pure, cold indifference.

Under her shocked, humiliated stare, I turned around, got back into my SUV, and drove straight into the heart of the North Wind Pack.

I knew that starting today, her precious "perfect life" was officially over.

The show was about to begin.