Estelle's POV
There was no room for negotiation in Theron's words—no emotion, only a verdict.
In the front seat, Dante held his breath.
I instinctively glanced at the rearview mirror.
Anthea's eyes were wide, brimming with unshed tears. She fought them back with everything she had, refusing to let them fall—like a she-wolf driven to the brink, still clinging to the last shreds of her dignity.
"Stop the car!" she suddenly screamed, her voice sharp, cracking at the edges.
Dante didn't move. He followed only Theron's orders.
My heart sank. A she-wolf in this state—if she lost control, there was no telling what she might do.
"Lock the doors," I murmured.
Almost the instant the words left my lips, Anthea lunged for the handle.
Click.
The door locked.
She froze.
For a moment, the ca
