Chapter 18

Darius's POV Isolde sat rigidly in the backseat of the Cadillac Escalade, trying to take up as little space as possible. Good. She should be afraid. She knew she'd messed up at the party. Not just messed up—she'd undermined my position as Alpha of the Silver Creek pack. My authority had been publicly challenged because of her manipulations. The bond between an Alpha and his pack was sacred—and Isolde had exploited that trust for her own gain. Beta Leif suddenly twisted around from the front seat. "Alpha Silverclaw." I followed the direction of my Beta's pointing finger and saw the giant billboard outside the Pinnacle Shopping Mall，bristling with fury. Isolde squealed when she recognized her own face plastered across the enormous screen.On the screen, she was red-faced, her mouth flapping open and closed like a fish stranded on land. The sound was muted, but I didn't need audio to understand what was happening. She was talking to Dorothy, who watched her impassively with the composed di