Ella
The grand living room felt suffocatingly quiet, as if the entire Evans family held its collective breath.
Even the chandeliers above seemed to hang in suspense, casting long, sharp shadows that flickered across the marble floor.
The tension wasn’t just in the air….it was alive, pulsating like the heartbeat of a giant predator, and I could feel my wolf stirring beneath my skin.
Trinity kept up her concerned act, fluttering her lashes and tilting her head with exaggerated charm, but I smelled the victory hidden beneath her facade.
Her wolf was prowling, and scheming, and she thought she had the upper paw.
Louisa Black, Emmanuel’s wife, moved quietly among the older family members, her sharp eyes calculating, silent.
She knew better than to provoke the storm brewing in this ro
