Juliette's POV
I knew something was wrong the moment I woke up.
The arena felt different. Not tense in the usual Blackridge Wolves way, but muted… quieter, as if someone had reached into the heart of the pack and squeezed.
People stopped talking when I walked past. Eyes followed me a little too long. Doors that were usually open stayed shut. And Dorian’s protectiveness—already intense—had doubled overnight.
My instincts whispered a single word all morning:
Betrayal.
And once the thought settled in my mind, it refused to leave.
I tried to distract myself by walking the lower hallway near the maintenance rooms, but the air there felt heavier. Thicker. Like secrets clung to the walls.
That’s when I heard them.
Voices. Low. Urgent. The door to the maintenance room was open just an inc
