WESLEY’S POV
“Say that again,” I demanded, my voice cutting through the stale air like a blade.
The messenger flinched but didn’t look up. “Alpha, there are whispers… rumors from the border patrols. They say the girl…Ellie…” He hesitated, his throat bobbing nervously. “They say she’s… training. That she’s not as broken as we believed. Some claim her wolf might be… returning.”
For a moment, I said nothing.
The war room went silent, even the faint crackle of the hearth seeming to hush as if the walls themselves were waiting for my reaction. My hands tightened on the edge of the long wooden table, nails digging into the grooves carved by years of war plans and blood-oaths.
“She has no wolf,” I said finally, my tone calm but edged with venom. “I bound her. I tore that power from her the n
