ADINNA’S POV
The dining hall is louder than usual today, a chaotic mix of laughter, shouting, and the clatter of trays against tables. It should be background noise, but I can’t hear it. I can only see him.
Salem.
Striding through the crowd like he owns every inch of this room. Surrounding him is a halo of girls, all giggles and sways, their eyes practically glued to him as though they were drawn by some invisible magnet.
I freeze. My stomach knots, coiling tight with a heat that spreads under my skin, sharp and unrelenting. My pulse spikes, like a drum in my ears, and I feel my wolf stirring deep within me, claws raking against my ribs. This isn’t just jealousy. This is raw, burning anger mixed with a helpless ache that I can’t quite name.
He leans down to one of the girls, tilts her
