SIENNA POV

I had seen him angry before. Wolves have different shades of fury. There’s the everyday irritation, the alpha command tone, and then there’s this—that silent, bone-cold rage that looks too calm to be human.

He didn’t rush. He didn’t shout. He just walked—each step measured, predatory. The same way a wolf circles prey that’s already too weak to run.

Cosette’s eyes widened. She stumbled back but didn’t dare scream. Her hand lifted to her mouth like she could push ...