Sindy
The day stretched out before me, an endless, gray expanse of minutes ticking toward dusk. Lorenzo had given me an ultimatum wrapped in a riddle, and now all I had was the clock—a cruel, precise countdown to my own undoing.
I stayed in my chamber. The thought of facing the pack, facing Knox’s knowing scrutiny or Mira’s timid reverence, was unbearable. Every shadow in the lodge felt like a judgmental eye. They were waiting for their Luna, their Alpha’s mate, to be claimed, and I hated the passive role they assigned me.
I walked the perimeter of my room a hundred times. No words. No weapons. It was a brilliant, devastating move. Lorenzo knew I relied on my sharp tongue as much as I did on my shifter strength. Words were my shield, my distraction, my way of keeping him at a distance.
