Olivia’s POV
The storm didn’t wait long to strike again.
By morning, the whispers had sharpened into daggers. Screens glowed across the territory, every news site, every pack forum, every human outlet flashing with the same word: proof.
The night before, the pack had stood divided—some loyal, some skeptical, all restless. Lucas had held his ground, but doubt had hung over us like smoke that wouldn’t clear. I had prayed that would be the worst of it, that the storm would roll past with time and truth.
But Emily wasn’t finished.
When I stepped into the living room, Lucas was already standing by the window, his broad frame stiff with tension. His phone was clutched in one hand, its screen glowing with the video that had just gone viral.
I didn’t need to see it to know what it was.
“Sho
