Selina’s POVThe tension in that room was thick enough to choke on, a living, breathing thing that pressed against my skin, crawled down my spine, and coiled tight in my gut like a storm waiting to break, and as I stood there, watching Grant’s eyes darken, watching his hands tremble with the effort it took to keep his wolf at bay, watching the way Vera shifted beside me, unease flickering across her face like the first crack of lightning before the downpour, I realized just how close we all were to the edge — not just of this moment, not just of this disaster, but of something far deeper, far older, something that had been waiting beneath the surface of all of us, hidden in the fractures we’d tried so hard to ignore.Grant didn’t speak again, not to Lucas, not to me, or to Vera—he just turned, sharp and sudden, the muscles in his body snapping like a wire stretched too tight, and he stalked from the room without a word, his boots heavy on the floor, his scent a riot of frustration and
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