Juliette’s POV
The storm outside hadn’t started yet, but inside the Wolves’ training facility, the tension crackled like lightning waiting to strike.
The moment we returned from the underground lab, the pack scrambled into motion. Guards shifted positions, Beta wolves secured the perimeter, and medics rushed my mother into the infirmary. The Wolves — both the shifters and the human players — gathered in uneasy clusters, whispering, speculating. Everyone could feel the shift in the air.
Something had changed.
Something big.
I stood in the center of it all, wrapped in a thin blanket someone had thrown over my shoulders. My hair was tangled, my clothes scorched at the ends, and my hands still trembled every few minutes — not from fear, but from the aftershock of the power that had surged
