~Annalyn POV~
The last black wolf vanished into the night, leaving behind a trail of silence heavier than any roar. Blood coated the marble floor in thick streaks. Broken glass crunched under our feet. The grand hall looked like a slaughterhouse.
Matteo stood rigid, chest heaving, eyes locked on the shattered window. His fists stayed clenched at his sides. "That thing got away," he growled. "One of them lived. Now they know exactly how weak we are right now."
Lucas shifted back to human form, his white fur melting away as fresh cuts bled down his ribs. He wiped blood from his mouth with the back of his hand. "We killed most of them. That's what matters. Stop acting like the sky is falling."
"Stop acting?" Matteo spun on him, voice rising. "You still want to play innocent after everything? Leo is one of them. You brought Kate into this house. And now these black wolves attack the exact night we start questioning you. I'm supposed to believe that's a coincidence?"
