DROWNING
♠ SYLVARA ♠
Around us, the pack and the underworld elite buzzed with confusion and accusation. But under that noise pulsed something else: the scent of wolf musk, adrenaline, and the low, dangerous hum of packs waiting to see whose truth would win. The lights and the cameras could be manipulated — but the bond, the instincts, the way a mate’s scent betrayed them — those were harder to fake.
I kept my gun raised, knuckles white, and locked my jaw. In that flickering half-dark, I felt the weight of everyone’s eyes and the cold certainty that this night had been set to expose a murderer — or to burn down an empire with smoke and mirrors.
Darius watched me with steady, dangerous calm, like a wolf who knew the territory was not yet lost, only challenged. The hunt had begun.
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