Alice's POV
Derek's gaze remained fixed on the man—James, as the guard had called him. The air grew colder.
"He's not dead," Derek said quietly. "As you can see." He turned to look at James, who still knelt on the floor, his head bowed. "The details, however, should come from him."
Derek walked toward James. He didn't raise his voice. He didn't need to. Each step was slow, deliberate, the weight of his presence pressing down on everyone in the room.
The guards stepped back instinctively. James's shoulders went rigid.
Derek stopped directly in front of him.
The air grew heavy.
James's body began to tremble. I could see it—the way his hands shook against the ropes, the way his breath came in short, shallow gasps. The lycan king's aura was suffocating, a force that crushed without touc
