Thorne's POV
“How did you know my wife was hurt?”
The question dropped like a stone into still water. The whole room went dead quiet. Emma froze mid-step, her hand still reaching toward Elara. Her eyes darted to me, then away fast. Too fast.
“What are you talking about?” Elara asked. She was already looking at me with disapproval, like I was the bad guy for even asking.
I didn’t back down. “After the rogue attack, I specifically restricted every member of the Black Moon Pack from leaving the territory. No one was allowed in or out for the past three days. Nobody was allowed to speak about what happened. So tell me, Emma…how exactly did you know?”
Emma fidgeted with the hem of her dress, trying to look innocent. “I…I was just worried—”
“Thorne,” Elara cut in, voice sharp with warning.
