POV: The Elite Trio (Alternating - Ceremony Night)
JAX
The world has stopped making sense.
I'm on the ground. That's the first concrete fact my mind manages to process through the chaos. I'm on the ground in wolf form with my throat exposed and my legs folded beneath me in the single most submissive posture a wolf can take.
And I can't get up.
Not because something is holding me down. Because my wolf won't let me. Is refusing every command my human consciousness tries to send, every attempt to stand or fight or do anything except lie here and submit to the massive silver-white wolf towering over the ceremonial circle.
The mute Sterling heir.
Except Sterling isn't mute. Sterling just spoke with a voice that shook the ground and dropped every wolf in the Academy like we were puppets w
