Ella's POV
The air was charged with tension. The flashbulbs flashing, the reporters asking questions wildly, but all I could see was Dominic. His face was set, his posture stiff, his eyes dark with rage barely contained.
Lydia smiled, as if she had already won. "Dominic, how will your pack believe in you if you're deceiving them?" she teased. "They need a real Luna. A fierce, strong werewolf—not a weak, miserable human."
I clenched my fists and attempted to keep my cool. I wasn't going to let her win by losing myself.
"Is that so?" Dominic finally spoke, his voice menacingly low. He stepped closer to Lydia, his towering over her. "You speak of being strong, yet you go behind my back, spreading lies and manipulating people to my disadvantage. So who among us is weak, Lydia?"
Lydia falt
