Betty's POV. 

Lord Ravenswood appeared before I even heard footsteps, his presence slicing through the thick tension like a cold blade. 

His long cloak trailed behind him, as Alpha Damien stiffened beside me.

“Alpha Damien,” Lord Ravenswood said, voice smooth but carrying a sharp edge. “A word please. In private.”

Damien didn’t move.

“If it concerns Betty,” he said, his tone warning enough to make my skin prickle, “you can say it in front of her.”

My stomach tightened. ...