The page beneath Victoria’s hand began to change again.
Slowly at first—like ink remembering how to breathe.
Then faster.
Selene grabbed Victoria’s wrist immediately. “No. Don’t look at it anymore.”
But Victoria couldn’t pull away.
Not because she was forced.
Because something inside her refused Wolf.
Silence dropped like a blade.
Selene went very still. “Okay… that is not a normal sentence.”
Victoria’s fingers tightened on the edge of the page. “That’s not me.”
But even as she said it, something in her chest reacted.
A small, painful pull.
Like recognition.
Luca’s expression changed slightly. Not surprise.
Concern.
“That’s what I meant,” he said quietly. “It doesn’t just know your name. It knows your classification.”
Selene frowned. “That sounds like a prison term.”
Luca
