Estelle's POV
I heard every word. A wolf's hearing never grants mercy.
Their voices burrowed into me, scraping against bone like a dull blade—but my expression didn't change.
Deep inside, my wolf paced, breath low and restless, fangs pressing against my gums, ready to tear something apart.
—Not yet.
I kept walking. My heels struck the marble floor in sharp, steady beats, each step crushing the whispers beneath it.
At the far end, Melody's face drained of color. She stared at me like she'd seen the dead rise from the grave.
Lyra stiffened, panic flashing across her face.
But the first to lose control was Cassius.
His breathing hitched. That familiar Alpha pressure surged—I could feel his wolf stirring. He was coming for me. Of course he was.
He always had to control everything, al
