Enrique… Fenrirson? Enrique f*****g Fenrirson?
The name would not stop playing on a loop in Giselle’s head. All of a sudden, her brain had stopped working. It was worse than a nightmare, a never ending dream.
Fenrirson.
The subject of her vengeance. The one she sought to destroy. The—
Heavy, loud applause drew her back to the present, her insides turning to goo as she watched father and son stand in the middle of the room.
The Fenrirson?
The name echoed in her head long after Alpha Fredrick finished speaking, long after the hall erupted into cheers and welcoming howls. It clung to her thoughts, heavy and suffocating, until it was all she could hear.
Enrique Fenrirson.
Her chest tightened painfully.
So that was it. That was the missing piece everyone tiptoed around. The reason Elia
