Estelle's POV
Melody's voice had changed completely. It no longer sounded human—it was the desperate, cornered howl of a she-wolf on the edge of losing control.
Then, a deeper, wilder roar erupted. It was the sound of bone and sinew being violently torn apart.
Her wolf was trying to break free.
My footsteps stopped. The wolf inside me snapped its head up.
She had heard it.
This wasn't just a threat—it was a provocation.
A wave of hostile pheromones rolled through the air, thick with a pungent sweetness and raw agitation that scraped against my nerves like claws.
My wolf tensed instantly. A low, dangerous growl rumbled deep in my throat.
She wanted to respond. To turn and tear apart the source of that sound.
My fingers clenched, nails biting into my palms.
Slowly, I turned my hea
