Lorenzo
She had no idea what she’d just done.
Sitting there in front of my wolves, her chin tilted up, her eyes dark with defiance, spitting out her answer like a challenge—it was everything.
I had expected resistance. I had expected her to fight me every step, to bare her teeth at the first sign of attention. And she had. But not in the way I feared.
She hadn’t crumbled. She hadn’t folded beneath the weight of their stares.
She had stood her ground.
And the pack had seen it.
I sat back in my chair, letting her sharp words echo in my skull. Want has nothing to do with it. I’m here. That’s enough.
The wolves had expected weakness. They had expected tears, hesitation, a frightened girl dragged to my side. Instead, they saw a woman who would rather bite than bow.
It was exactly what
