Gray's POV

James’s last insult hung in the air, sharp and ugly.

I saw the moment it sank in for him. That flicker of hesitation, the tight pull at the corner of his mouth. He had gone too far. Even he could feel it now. The wolves in the room felt it too. The scent shifted from smug satisfaction to unease.

Aurora didn’t react.

No anger. No hurt. Not even disappointment.

She stood there calmly, hands relaxed at her sides, her back straight. Her wolf was quiet but alert. Through our bond, I ...