Mata's POV
She stood in the doorway, her eyes wide with shock. Her breath hitched, and I could almost see the fury building in her chest as she took in the sight of Francis and me together. She was my most loyal soldier, but she had always been possessive. I’d seen the way she looked at him, the way she wished for more.
“Mathilda, what is it?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady, though I could feel the tension thickening in the air.
Her eyes flickered from me to Francis, then back to me. The jealousy was unmistakable. She crossed the room in an instant, her body trembling with rage. “What is this?” she spat, her voice harsh. “You think you can...”
Before she could finish, she shifted. Her body morphed into her wolf form, her eyes glowing, the primal fury radiating off her. “You’r
