Aurelia’s POV
The silver wolf fills the room, its power crushing my chest like an unseen fist. My mind whirls to assemble the scenes and feelings it has shown me. Betrayal, manipulation, pain—these aren’t just abstract ideas anymore. They are living, breathing beings that have influenced every person in this room.
I look up, at the chaos playing out ahead of me. Julian battles next to his father, the wolves moving as one as they square off against Marcus and his enforcers. The camera hovers near the edge of the battle to a frozen Sierra, her phone gripped tightly in one hand as tears fall down her face. Mom huddles near as if cowering, her normally lofty confidence wilted before the silvery wolf's presence.
And then there is me.
The beast has selected me to decide who is worthy of salv
