Chapter 17: Poisoned Truths
(Cassandra's POV)
The moment Victoria descended the grand staircase and entered the hall, the air became heavier. Her presence was commanding, electrifying. Every wolf in the room straightened instinctively, their postures unconsciously shifting into respect.
But instead of acknowledging the collective responses, she surveyed the room like a queen accustomed to loyalty. Her gaze froze on Jane, calm yet challenging, waiting for Jane to react.
Jane wasted no time.
She took a shallow, shuddering breath, then raised her hand. Before anyone could register her intention, her claws raked across her own cheek, making jagged, shallow lines. Bright red filled the scratches, the scent of fresh blood piercing the air.
“She—” Jane’s voice broke, shaky and choked
