Nina

As the last of the murmurs fade, I take a shaky breath, standing straighter, trying to command what’s left of my composure. Jaxon’s words hang in the air, acidic, branding me in front of everyone as if I’d invited his possessive display. I’m humiliated, furious.

Elijah turns to me, looking visibly uncomfortable. He glances around at the lingering wolves, who are all clearly just as stunned by what they witnessed. “Nina,” he mutters, looking anywhere but directly at me, “I ...