Chapter 73

Vincent stood, his jaw clenched in irritation. His gaze bore into Anastasia, his alpha instincts barely contained beneath a surface of simmering rage. The air crackled with tension as he approached her, his strides purposeful, yet each step a deliberate attempt to contain the fury brewing within. "Anastasia," his voice cut through the quiet, sharp and laced with restrained anger, "what in the world possessed you to bring an outsider here, let alone summon us all for this?" "Vincent, darling," she drawled, her voice dripping with playful condescension, "I merely brought Emily here to meet the group. No need for such hostility." Vincent's nostrils flared as he fought to contain his exasperation. "This is not a social call, Anastasia. We are dealing with enough without adding an unknown variable into the mix." Anastasia's gaze shifted toward Emily, who stood a few paces behind her. "Emily here has valuable information," Anastasia continued, her voice carrying a note of finality. "Info