Rex POV
I am not angry.
That's the first thing I register when I walk through the archway and find Wendsor on the floor and Selene standing over her with her hand still raised.
Not angry. Not even close.
Wendsor is performing. I can see it from ten feet away — the precise angle of her collapse, the tears arriving exactly on cue, the way her voice pitched itself to carry through the hall without technically being a shout. It's skillful. I'll give her that.
Selene's hand is shaking.
That's what I actually look at. The slight tremor in her fingers that she's too furious to notice herself.
I stop in front of her. The corridor has gone completely silent. I'm aware of every face watching from the archway, every held breath, the weight of thirty people waiting to see what the Alpha King do
