Lilith's POV
I had just burst out of the music room when a deafening crash echoed behind me, followed by the sharp, sickening twang of snapping strings.
I knew.
Rylan had just shattered his violin. With his own hands.
My whole body jolted violently. I stumbled, barely catching myself, but my mind was reeling, a chaotic mess of white noise.
I should have fought back.
I'm not what he thinks...I'm not some...harlot who fawns over any man!
And we wolves aren't what he believes—we aren't just beasts ruled by base instincts!
We value loyalty, courage, the bonds of blood and pack!
A thousand arguments, a hundred examples of ancestral honor and pack law that proved his prejudice wrong, rose up in my throat, ready to be hurled at him.
But the moment I met those icy eyes, every word di
