Elin’s POV

Airport terminal chaos crashed like a tidal wave—screams erupting, wolves’ growls and footsteps blending into roar, air thick with blood and terror’s tang.

Guards swarmed, pinning my arms bruising-hard: “Don’t move! Murderer!” Knife clattered free, blood splashing petal-spray. Crowd closed in, flashes raining like stars, wolves’ gazes knifing—disgust, fear: “Alpha’s woman? Killer? Insane!”

Heart plunged ice-deep; Istha roared, shift-itching to shred them, ...