Desiree’s POV
I could hear the heavy thud of the dungeon doors closing from the hallway as we walked into the Alpha's private wing.
Celine was gone, her screams for mercy directed entirely at Brandon had faded into a deep silence now, but the air in the room was still filled with tension that made my wolf pace restlessly.
I stood by the window, my fingers tracing the stone of the sill. It felt different tonight.
“You're shaking,” Grayson murmured.
I hadn't even realized he had moved until his warmth settled behind me. His warmth was like a balm, usually grounding my presence and nerves. But even his touch today, couldn't put a stop to the storm Zelda had started and the old woman, their mother intensified.
“I'm fine,” I lied, my voice sounding thin even to my own ears.
“You aren
