Estelle's POV
I chuckled inwardly. So did my wolf.
It all happened so smoothly—so smoothly it almost felt staged.
And sure enough, the next second, Melody circled around Cassius and dropped to her knees in front of me with a thud. The sound was sharp, almost jarring.
The air thickened instantly. The crowd surged closer, watching, prying, buzzing with excitement. That was the pack's instinct—drawn to spectacle, unable to look away.
"Melody!" Cassius growled.
I lifted a hand. "Let her speak."
My voice was soft, but steady.
"Miss Miller…" she began, sobbing. "Don't blame him… it was all my own delusion…"
She kept her head lowered as she cried through her words. "I'll leave him… I won't cling to him anymore…"
Then she looked up at me, eyes flooded with tears. "Please… don't leave him
