Matteo
I didn’t believe in miracles, and I damn sure didn’t believe in sudden changes of heart.
As I stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror in my dressing room, fastening the heavy leather cuff of my formal Black Fang cut over my forearm, my mind was a chaotic storm. Aveline’s "surrender" an hour ago had been the most intoxicating moment of my life—and the most suspicious. The way she had offered her throat, the way her scent had shifted from jagged ice to melting honey... it had felt real. My wolf was still howling with the high of it, a primal victory chant that drowned out the logic in my head.
But Kai’s frantic report about the clubhouse and the sudden arrival of the Executioners made the timing too perfect.
Was she truly breaking? Or was she just a better actress than I gav
