Ravena's POV
At first, I felt nothing but rage.
Rage in my chest. Rage in my throat. Rage burning behind my eyes.
Seeing Lucien standing beside Astrid like they were a perfect match, like they had built something real… when all they had done was destroy me.
My hands tightened into fists as Astrid’s voice echoed in the tent. I just knew that she was well aware of what she was doing. It was clear she wanted a reaction.
My wolf growled inside me, begging to rise. I felt that edge of snapping, that thin line between control and chaos. I was seconds away from stepping forward and shaming them both in front of everyone.
But then I felt Evander’s hand on my shoulder. Strong, warm, and steady.
The anger remained, but it changed. It didn’t burn wild anymore.
I raised my head and stood tal
