Estelle's POV
I crossed to the sofa and deliberately chose the seat farthest from them.
I released no scent at all, yet the temperature in the room seemed to drop several degrees.
Among wolves, silence can cut deeper than pheromones.
Melody practically glued herself to Cassius's side, wrapping both arms around his, her scent cloyingly sweet. "Cassius, shall we finish our chess game?"
He frowned faintly and eased his arm from her grasp. His gaze, however, settled on me.
That look—I knew it too well.
Once, it had belonged to me. Now, it lingered out of nothing more than habit.
"Miss Miller, do you play chess?" Melody asked with a pleasant smile, though challenge edged her tone.
I glanced at the board.
Rosewood. Lacquered pieces.
But the arrangement was childish—more like a trainin
