Estelle's POV
At that moment, more than one person's breathing turned ragged.
I could almost smell it—fear, collapse, despair, thick in the air like something alive.
"No need for a map," Theron said, his voice steady, sharp as a blade. "That's Rowan's house. He's already confessed."
The world went silent for a beat—then shifted entirely.
He dialed the number on the spot. "Go get the voice recorder. Bring him back."
No explanation followed. None was required. An Alpha's command was law.
I glanced at James. His face twitched.
"Fine!" he suddenly shouted. "Let's face them. I haven't done anything wrong—what do I have to fear?"
His voice was loud. Too loud. Like he was trying to convince himself more than anyone else.
I smiled, but it didn't reach my eyes.
I was losing too much bloo
