From the second-floor balcony of the prom venue, Zara leaned against the railing in the shadows, her predatory gaze locked on the girl in the flowing burgundy gown. Her lips curled back slightly in a wicked, possessive grin.
Rory Rodriguez. So fragile, so unaware. She moved with fire and confidence, but it was all a mask—Zara could sense the storm trembling beneath her skin.
She’ll be easy to break.
Zara’s golden eyes shimmered in the dark as she whispered to herself, “Steal the girl. Make the boy submit. Kill the girl. Take the boy to Jack. Then Jack becomes Alpha King.”
It was simple.
And tonight, the first move would be made.
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Back on the dance floor, the pulse of the music was still wild and bright. Lights danced across the crowd like strobes, colors bleeding together in a ha
