JUSTIN’S POV

“Bang!”

The loud sound of something shattering made my wolf’s ears twitch and my body go stiff.

I was in the study, but the noise came from Danielle’s room. My wolf growled low in my chest.

“She’s hurt,” he said. “Go to her.”

Without hesitation, I walked down the hall and pushed the door open.

Danielle sat on the bed, her face pale and trembling with false innocence.

Alaina stood in the corner—but this time, she wasn’t bowed like a frightened servant.

She ...