“Lavender? Don’t make me laugh. She’s pathetic. Cedar’s barely holding onto her as it is. She’ll stay in the background like she always does. She doesn’t have the guts to fight back.”
“Still, if she gets involved—”
“Then deal with her. Make it clean, make it quiet. Nobody will miss her. By the time anyone notices, I’ll be in charge, and you’ll have what I promised.”
“You’d better make good on those promises, Fern. I’m not sticking my neck out for nothing.”
“Don’t worry. Once Cedar and his loyalists are gone, the pack’s resources will be mine—and yours.”
Lavender’s hands trembled as the conversation ended, her heart pounding so loudly it felt like it might burst from her chest. She struggled to process what she had just heard. Fern wasn’t just bitter or cruel. She was a traitor. She wanted to destroy the pack, to take everything Cedar had built, and she was willing to spill blood to do it.
The cold, calculated way Fern spoke made Lavender’s stomach turn. It wasn’t just about Cedar anymore. Fern’s betrayal could destroy the entire pack, and she had no idea who this outsider was or how far his reach extended.