“Elijah doesn’t trust you.”
Lila’s words were sharp, cutting through the tension that hung in the air between us. She had cornered me by the edge of the clearing, her eyes narrowed, lips pressed into a thin line. The other wolves were keeping their distance, but I could feel their eyes on me—waiting, watching for any sign of weakness.
I crossed my arms, meeting her gaze. “That’s not news.”
She stepped closer, her voice lowering, but the edge in her tone didn’t soften. “It should be. Because if you think he’s going to let you walk away from this unscathed, you’re wrong.”
My pulse quickened, but I kept my expression steady, refusing to let her see the flicker of doubt creeping into my thoughts. “I know how to handle Elijah.”
Lila let out a short, bitter laugh. “Do you? Because from wher
