Sloane's POV
Everyone's attention snapped toward the sound of frantic knocking.
Heads turned, eyes darted to the windows.
And just like that, a familiar fear crept over me.
Then came the voice—shouting, wild, unraveling.
I knew who it was before I even saw her.
But it wasn't the graceful, polished Evelynn I once knew.
This voice was raw, cracked—like it had been dragged through madness.
"Let me go! You bunch of Gammas acting like rabid dogs! I'm the princess of the Obsidian Pack—have you forgotten?"
She was pounding on the door now, her voice breaking as she screamed.
"Let me in... Lucian! This whole thing is wrong. Sloane isn't your sister—your real sister is dead! I'm sure of it! The only one you can have now is me..."
She kept thrashing against the Gammas who were holding her
