Helena didn’t move.
Despite the venom Mason had just spit, despite the low blow he’d hurled in front of his Beta, her prince, and her own pack, she remained standing—firm, unshaken.
“I’m not leaving,” she said, her voice ringing out clearly. “Not until you promise to give me back my wolf.”
Leofrik stayed at her side, his presence like a wall. He didn’t speak, but his silence carried the weight of a verdict.
Mason slowly lowered the empty glass. His expression was a barely contained mask of irritation. His eyes burned with rage and wounded pride. But also caution. He knew that every word he said in that moment would echo far beyond these walls.
Helena knew it too.
Which is why she took a deep breath… and struck with precision.
“Speaking of fidelity, Mason,” she said, eyes locked on h
