I paced the cramped living room of Brielle's house, my fists clenched so tight my knuckles ached. It had been a day since that disastrous announcement, and every second felt like a countdown to my breaking point. Gideon had promised to swing by with updates, and I needed them now. Anything to fuel my plan to tear Devon down from the inside.
The door creaked open, and Gideon slipped in, his face etched with exhaustion. He glanced around before shutting it behind him. "Irene. Brielle here too?"
"She's in the kitchen," I snapped, waving him over to the table. "Sit. Tell me everything. What's that bastard up to now?"
Gideon dropped into a chair, rubbing his temples. "He's moved in. Settled into the penthouse at the Pack house like he owns the place—which he does, I guess. First thing this morning, he called a meeting with the betas and gammas. Issued reforms right off the bat."
I leaned forward, arms crossed. "What kind of reforms? Spill it."
