“I said I will not go, and especially not with the assassin of my father!” Ashlee shouted at Daria, her voice echoing through the room. The air seemed to grow heavier, and the ground beneath them trembled faintly, as though mirroring her rage.
“What?” Kyle asked, his voice filled with disbelief. His usually confident expression faltered as he turned toward Daria, his brows furrowed in confusion. Daria’s face went pale, her hands trembling slightly before she clenched them into fists. The rest of the pack stood in stunned silence, too shocked to react.
“Hold on. Hold on,” Esyn interjected, her tone sharp with frustration as she stepped forward. She gestured between Ashlee, Daria, and Kyle with an incredulous look, shaking her head.
“First of all, who are you? Second, what the actual hell
