Before I realized it, I had shifted. My wolf surged forward, her fury uncontrollable. Fur bristled along my spine, and my growl rumbled through the room, low and menacing—a warning.
Chaos erupted. Warriors darted forward, forming a barrier between Talia and me, their voices a cacophony of desperate pleas.
“Seraphine, stop!”
“Sera, don’t do this!”
Talia stumbled back, her smirk faltering, but her arrogance hadn’t completely vanished. She crossed her arms and scoffed, though her trembling hands betrayed her. “See? You’re nothing but a feral beast. No wonder Lucian can’t stand you.”
My wolf lunged, and the warriors surged to hold me back. Snarls tore from my throat as I fought against their grip, every instinct screaming to silence her for good.
“Enough!” Lucian’s command boomed through the chaos, his Alpha tone silencing the room. The warriors immediately released me, stepping back. My wolf hesitated, her rage momentarily subdued.
I shifted back, my body trembling with suppressed fury. My nails remained elongated, my breath ragged. I turned to Lucian, my voice low and trembling with a mix of anger and heartbreak.