Rory's POV
The room still vibrated with tension as Dante’s voice carried over the murmurs.
“Jaxon,” he said evenly, his gray eyes never leaving his rival, “I understand this is your pack. But your father was the one who begged me to come here. Teaching Aurora is not an exemption, she is a student, just like the others. You know that, don’t you?”
The words should have calmed things, but they only fanned the flames.
Jaxon’s jaw locked, his nostrils flaring. “What I saw a while ago wasn’t teaching.”
The accusation cut through the tension. My throat went dry, my heart thundered as Dante’s lips curved in that mischievous smile, the one that both unsettled and disarmed me.
Still caught in Jaxon’s arms, I swallowed hard, my gaze darting helplessly between them.
Dante said nothing. The sil
