Silvia
I froze at the sound of that voice.
Every muscle in my body tensed, my hand instinctively reaching for Alpha Sherman's arm beside me.
"Silvia?" The voice called again, closer now.
My wolf Keal growled low in my mind. "Don't turn around. Just keep walking."
But the hallway was too narrow, with nowhere to escape.
Swallowing hard, I turned slowly, already knowing who I'd see.
Zack stood at the end of the corridor, dressed in an expensive, flashy athletic outfit that screamed designer labels but lacked any real taste.
His hands were shoved in his pockets, his expression carrying that same entitled superiority I'd grown to detest.
But what made my stomach twist wasn't just Zack's presence.
Behind him, like some malevolent shadow, stood Alpha Wade Lawson.
