NYQXEE’S POV
I stare at Glaive, heart hammering against my ribs. Shock grips me like ice, freezing me in place.
He’s trembling… no, vibrating, with rage. His breathing is erratic, his eyes glowing with a feral light that makes the hairs on my arms rise. Then it happens.
His teeth elongate. Claws erupt from his fingers in a brutal snap. The shift isn’t full, but it’s enough, a dangerous display of dominance. An Alpha threat.
The room, once buzzing with laughter and chatter, plunges into thick silence.
Chairs screech as pack members shift uncomfortably in their seats. Some lower their gazes in submission. Others back away entirely, eyes wide with disbelief and dread.
Murmurs break the stillness.
“What’s going on?”
“Is he serious?”
“Is he really, challenging the King?”
My pulse spik
