Silvia
The afternoon sunlight was fading as I stumbled out of my last class, my mind still reeling from Alpha Wade's confrontation in the cafeteria.
His words about Alpha Enzo—kept echoing in my head like an unwanted melody.
"Everyone has a price, Luna Silvia."
I scoffed at the memory.
Even if everyone else in this world was for sale, I refused to be part of that transaction.
My phone buzzed for what felt like the hundredth time today.
I'd been texting Noah hourly.
I needed to know he was safe —
that no one had gotten to him,
that Alpha Enzo Lawson hadn’t somehow found out he even existed.
"Still ok?" I typed quickly.
Noah's reply came almost immediately: "Yes, Silvia. Just like I was an hour ago. And the hour before that. What's going on with you?"
