Emily's POV
"She's the demon wolf!" she yelled, her voice cutting through the jubilation. "I saw it—horns, red eyes, everything!"
The crowd stilled. Whispers broke out like wildfire, eyes darting between Monica and me. My stomach churned, the heat clawing at my insides like a feral beast. I fought to keep my breathing steady, forcing myself not to fold under their gazes.
Julian's voice rang out like a whip. "Enough!"
The commanding tone silenced everyone, even Monica, who flinched but quickly scowled in his direction. Julian stepped forward, his icy blue eyes glinting with authority. He didn't look at me—his gaze was focused entirely on Monica, his expression calm but steely.
"The maze plays tricks on the mind, Monica," he said, his tone measured, almost dismissive. "It's designed to
