Ella
The internet was a battlefield.
And Paige was losing ground.
I sat cross-legged on the bed inside Kane’s apartment, my thumb gliding slowly across my phone screen as comment after comment flashed before my eyes.
Every major pack-news platform, every gossip channel, every human social app…they were all ablaze with the same topic.
Paige.
For the first time in days, the heat of the spotlight slipped off my skin like water, and I breathed a little easier.
On WolfNet, a popular platform where wolfkin mixed with humans under strict identity filters, threads were flying left and right:
“The bride swap was too sudden. I’m telling you, this wasn’t random—this was the Jones family protecting their daughter. Paige must’ve messed up BAD.”
“Exactly. The Darius Black family is elite, tied
