Samantha's POV
When he asked that question, a ripple of whispers spread through the crowd like dry leaves rustling in the wind.
Amanda lifted her chin, arms crossed over her chest, her lips curling into a disdainful smile. "Who she is doesn't matter," she said coldly. "I've already made it clear—she's nothing but a liar. A pathetic one."
A few wolves behind her nodded immediately, eager to echo her judgment.
"Yeah, Amanda's right. Look at her—does she look like anything but trouble?"
"Probably made the whole story up just to get close to Alpha Andrew."
Their voices overlapped, feeding off each other, their certainty growing louder with every word.
Then suddenly—
"Enough!"
Colin's roar cut through the noise like a blade.
The air froze.
"You idiots," he snarled, his voice shaking
