C73 CHAPTER SEVENTY THREE

MADELINE’S POV

It was a chilly morning, and I stood at the edge of the pack training grounds, watching my breath turn into visible puffs in the cold air. I pulled my coat tighter around me, my thoughts random as I replayed the conversation I’d had with Louisiana days ago.

I had told her about Alpha Novare's ridiculous demands. She had been unusually quiet since then