ELLIE’S POV
Wesley’s hand cut the air, sharp as a blade.
“Execute her now!.”
The command split the clearing like thunder, reverberating through the bones of every wolf present. A surge of movement followed — bodies pressing forward, claws scraping earth, jaws parting in snarls that vibrated like drums in the night. The air thickened with the feral hunger of a mob that had been fed one story, one hatred, for years. They had been bred on my blood.
The circle tightened, wolves closing in, shoulders brushing, eyes gleaming with anticipation. The sound of their jeers and chants crashed together into something savage, a living storm of cruelty. They wanted my blood and they wanted it now.
But I did not flinch.
I kept my feet planted, spine straight, chin lifted. My breath came steady and d
