Amelia smelled her before she saw her.
Sweet. Vanilla-laced perfume layered over a wolf’s scent—feminine, calculated, and just strong enough to challenge. A power play, soft but deliberate. Amelia’s lip curled before the woman even stepped into the clearing.
She had been tracking a rogue sighting all morning, blood drying under her fingernails from gutting a scout who thought he could run from Raze’s territory. Now this.
The ex.
She knew who she was the second she walked into view—tall, legs like knives, a mane of platinum-blonde hair and the kind of curves men would bleed for. Her dress was red. Red. In a forest full of teeth and ash, she wore crimson like a threat. Like she’d never stopped thinking she was queen.
Her name was Selene.
Amelia crossed her arms and stared as the woman
