—Natasha's POV—
I walked back to class with my pulse still unsteady, Zane’s words echoing in my head like gunshots. 'Soon I’ll kick Enzo out of the pack. Nobody’s going to save you from me.'
The memory made my skin crawl.
I could still hear the venom in Zane’s voice, the cruel certainty that left no room for mercy. That wasn’t a threat—it was a promise. One he meant to keep, whether the world liked it or not. Whether I liked it or not.
But even as fear threatened to coil around my spine, I forced my shoulders back, spine straight, chin lifted. I would not let them see me break— not while the wolves were watching. Because that’s what they were. Every last person in this school. Wolves, waiting to tear apart the first drop of weakness that bled into the room.
I stepped into the lecture
