Sandy's POV
I stopped walking and lifted my eyes. At the top of the staircase stood a woman whose emerald gaze pierced through me with burning hatred meant to reduce me to ashes.
My brow furrowed as I studied her appearance. She appeared to be in her early forties, draped in an elegant black dress that clung to every curve of her figure.
I searched through my memories for any previous encounter with this woman, but came up empty. The confusion prompted me to speak.
"Have we met before?"
My innocent question only seemed to fuel the fire blazing in her stare. "You mean to tell me you don't recognize the Luna of the very Pack you're so desperate to infiltrate?"
Ice-cold understanding crashed over me like a violent wave. I exhaled slowly and dropped my gaze to the stone steps beneath my feet.
This was Grey's Luna. My newly discovered stepmother. My mouth formed a tight line.
The family dysfunction was spiraling beyond control.
"Mrs---"
