Arlene's POV
I freeze at the base of the staircase. Liana stands there with a formation of betas behind her, the same ones who demanded my removal from the barracks. They hold the attackers from yesterday on their knees, bound and waiting.
"Oh, damn," Warner mutters beside me.
My gaze locks with Liana's. We study each other for a heartbeat before she dips her head and turns toward the assembled pack. She extends her hand toward me. Every eye follows as I cross the distance and take it.
"You wanted my mate removed because she defied your customs," she addresses them. A dark chuckle from our left draws my attention to Mr. Warner, whose face radiates satisfaction. I shake my head, bracing for what I suspect she plans to do. "Yesterday afternoon at two fifty-eight, you attempted to murder her in front of her children. In front of all the children who welcomed them into our school and our home."
