Juliette’s POV
The world was still spinning from Lukas’s betrayal.
My back pressed against the cold concrete wall of the abandoned training arena deep beneath the pack house. The lights above flickered violently, throwing shadows across the cracked floor. The air was thick with dust, blood, and something acidic that made my claws itch.
Lukas Hale stood across from me.
Once the most dependable defenseman in the Blackridge Wolves. Quiet. Respectful. Steady.
Now his eyes were wrong.
Too sharp. Too aware. Too cold.
His wolf hovered just beneath the surface, not fully shifted, but close enough that his teeth lengthened and his stance widened. His body vibrated with tension like a drawn bowstring.
He was no longer hiding who he was. Or who he served.
The intruder.
His lips curled slowl
