Celeste’s POV
This was a disaster.
Celeste stood over one of the several cots taking up space in the packhouse. There had been another attempt to take over their land by a rival pack in Jersey. The wolfpack wasn’t a united front since Wyatt had left.
It didn’t help that Edgar wasn’t stepping up to the plate. The she-wolf held Winifred’s hand as she laid in the cot, injured by the most recent attack. Winifred would be okay, thank God, but it was only a matter of time before they got overwhelmed.
She looked across the makeshift ICU, seeing Edgar, all gaunt and disheveled, talking to a physician. Rage bubbled just under the surface of Celeste’s skin. How much longer did they have?
The pack noticed Edgar’s incompetence and had confided in Celeste that several wolves were considering leaving. Wyatt would never know how bad it had gotten if Celeste can help it. Clearly, the beta couldn’t withstand the pull of Tanner’s matebond.