Sophia’s POV
The tension in the air was suffocating.
Three days.
That’s how long I had been at **Starry Moon Pack**, confined to **Nicholas’ estate**, watched by wolves who didn’t trust me—wolves who didn’t even bother to **hide** their disdain.
They saw me as an **intruder**. A **disruption**.
And I?
I didn’t care.
Because the moment I stepped into this world, I had already made up my mind. **I wasn’t here to play nice.**
But **Nicholas**?
He was the real problem.
The man **watched me constantly**, his unreadable **orb-green** eyes tracking my every move. **Studying me.**
And what made it worse?
He wasn’t even **subtle** about it.
Like right now.
I sat in the grand dining hall, **pushing food around my plate**, fully aware of the weight of his stare
