Chapter 142

Theron's POV

My grandma shot me a glare sharp enough to skin flesh from bone.

If looks could kill, I'd have dropped right there in front of the entire pack, the proud Alpha Regent of Thunderpeak felled by a slip of a she-wolf with tearstained eyes and a mouth too honest for her own good.

But I didn't flinch.

"I'm sentencing you to redo the embroidery," I said coolly, lifting a brow. "You're not to