Penelope POV
"Sign here, please."
The festival attendant hands me the silver pen.
His fingers shake.
The crystal casing sits on the velvet table between us, housing the Ancestor’s Fang.
"Penelope!"
The backstage doors slam open against the drywall.
Chloe storms into the room, her high heels clicking like rapid gunfire against the concrete floor.
Marcella follows close behind her, face pale, clutching a designer handbag against her chest like a shield.
"Penelope of Rogue Pack!"
Chloe’s voice hits a shrill, dangerous note that vibrates through the small room.
She forces her Alpha mate pheromones forward, a suffocating weight meant to drop me to my knees.
I do not blink.
Stone shifts his weight, his heavy leather boots scraping the floor as he steps into my line of sight.
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