Two hours drag by, and we’re still trapped in Mrs. Humphrey’s office. My friends come and go, each recounting their version of that night. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve cried, but Elijah and Luca have remained stone-faced since Elijah’s enraged outburst about his sister’s murder.
The witness statements aren’t painting a good picture for him.
The door clicks open, drawing everyone’s attention as a man glides inside. Dressed in a sharp, tailored suit that emphasizes his broad shoulders and strong build, he exudes authority. His gaze sweeps the room with hardened resolve; his silver hair, slicked back, gleams under the flickering candlelight.
Mrs. Humphrey slides out from behind her desk and kneels on the floor in front of him. “Alpha, what an honor.”
“On your feet, Selene. It’s
