THIRD PERSON
Something is wrong.
Alpha Scavia feels it the moment he steps back into the pack house.
The air is off.
Tense.
Uneasy.
And beneath it all—
Faint, but unmistakable—
Blood.
His jaw tightens.
Not just any blood.
Hers.
Elara
His wolf surges instantly, restless and alert, pacing beneath his skin like a caged predator.
Where is she?
Hours earlier—
Claire stands in front of him again.
Claire refuses to give up.
“You’re avoiding me,” she says, stepping closer.
Scavia doesn’t move.
“Yes.”
The blunt answer lands hard.
Her expression tightens, pride cracking.
“You humiliated me.”
“You assumed something that was never offered,” he replies coldly.
Her jaw clenches.
“I am the best option you have.”
That makes him pause—just for a second.
He looks at her.
Really
