Her jaw tightened.
Trevor took a step forward. “She was attacked last night.”
For the first time, a c***k appeared in Emilia’s composed exterior. Her fingers twitched at her sides.
Lucian didn’t let her recover. “We both know that the attack wasn’t random. Someone wants Mia dead. And you know why.”
“I don’t,” Emilia said, but there was something off about the way she said it. Too quick. Too defensive.
Lucian’s patience was thinning. His voice dropped to a dangerous level. “I am the Alpha of this pack. You will respect that.” His gaze locked onto hers. “And you will answer me.”
A thick silence followed.
Then, after what felt like an eternity, Emilia spoke.
“I don’t know anything.” Her voice was steady, but her hands trembled slightly. But I do know this—Mia is a white wolf, the same
