Selene´s POV
The cold marble of the hall still vibrated with the footsteps of the lycans who had just left. I could hear them through the stone, like a distant echo. One of them cursed under his breath. Another laughed—nervously. They weren’t sure if they’d received an order or a provocation. Good.
Behind me, the water in the pool stirred softly. Thessa emerged with slow, feline steps, wrapped in a white towel that dripped with every movement. She stopped at my side—calm, but not relaxed.
Maelys remained crouched, pulling her wet hair into a tight braid, her expression unusually tense.
“Do you really think they’ll bring it to you?” Thessa asked bluntly.
“If they value their skins, yes,” I replied, turning to face her. “You know better than anyone—when an Alpha gives an order in fro
