SELENEA’S POV
Sunlight spilled through the study windows, glinting off the polished wood table, my leathers creaking as I leaned back, my red hair loose, sweat beading on my neck, my heart racing, Elder Nightshade’s words—Freya’s getting married to Alpha Kael still ringing in my ears. My fingers tapped the chair as my eyes flicked to Lukas, his shirt damp, his dark hair messy and his smile faint. Callan stood at the end of the dining hall with his whiskey glass clinking as his boots scuffed the dining area rug with a big grin plastered on his face.
I couldn’t stop my mind from spinning, Freya’s obsession—her tears, her lies, her plan to separate me and Lukas—were too fresh to ignore. Her father’s sudden change felt like a mysterious trap, I tried to wake up my wolf for confirmation but
