Melvin POV
"That fang is known as the Ancestor Fang."
Penelope's voice cuts through the crowded ballroom like a razor blade slicing through wet paper.
The sound makes my lungs lock up.
I lift my head so fast a muscle snaps in my neck.
Blood rushes straight to my ears.
A heavy, sickening pulse drums against my temples.
She knows.
The b***h actually knows what it is.
My boots feel glued to the polished floorboards.
I stare at her.
The velvet box sits in her hand, open, catching the glare of the heavy crystal chandeliers.
That tooth is not just old bone.
It is the foundation of the Blue-Claw Pack.
Our ancestors bled for it.
Our alphas swore oaths on it.
And she is holding it like a piece of cheap costume jewellery.
"Wait!"
The word rips out of my throat before I can stop it.
