Thalia’s POV
“Who dares punish my Thalia.”
Those words echoed in my mind, over and over, like a haunting melody I couldn’t escape. My heart pounded in my chest, fear and confusion tightening their grip around me. Slowly, I turned my head to look at Zev, and what I saw sent a chill down my spine.
Zev—no, this wasn’t Zev anymore—stood tall, his once beautiful green eyes now completely black, like voids that sucked in all light. His fangs, sharp and menacing, were visible beneath that wicked smile, a smile that belonged to someone—or something—far from a mere wolf.
I wanted to step away, to pull my hand from his grasp, but I couldn’t move. I was frozen, trapped in the space between wanting to run and needing to understand what was happening.
Zev took a slow, deliberate step toward Alpha
