Juliette’s POV
The metallic taste of fear still lingered on my tongue as I stared at my mother, trapped inside the reinforced cage. My chest heaved, heart hammering so violently I was sure the vibrations could be felt through the floor. Every instinct screamed at me to act, but my mind was frozen, suspended between panic and rage.
“You will never use it,” I whispered to the black-eyed man, my voice low but laced with venom. “You will not control me. You will not touch them. You will not hurt her.”
He tilted his head, his dark eyes gleaming. “Bold words, Omega. But words alone cannot save them. You must choose.”
I clenched my fists until my knuckles went white. My body trembled, not from fear, but from fury. I would not—could not—let him win. Every memory of training with the Wolves, ev
