Julian’s POV
The handcuffs bite into my wrists as the officers shove me into the back of a squad car. My wolf growls deep within me, restless and furious, but I force it down. Now isn’t the time to lose control—not when everything is spiraling out of our grasp.
Sierra stands beside the police, her arms crossed and that smug smirk still plastered across her face. She looks like she’s won, like she’s finally proven herself superior. But there’s something else in her eyes—guilt. Barely noticeable, but it’s there.
And guilt means weakness.
I glance over at Aurelia and Drake, both sitting in separate cars, their expressions grim. Whatever Mom planned, whatever Sierra orchestrated with her, it’s working perfectly. We’re being framed for arson, destruction of property, even attempted murde
