_Zarelle’s POV_
The steady hum of Elsa's car engine filled the comfortable silence between us as we drove away from the Sunlight Ridge Pack House. I could sense her tension radiating through our confined space, her knuckles white as she gripped the steering wheel with unusual force.
"I can't believe that damned woman’s audacity," Elsa finally burst out, her voice harsh and menacing. "Even Beta Aldrin recognized me,, yet that woman had the nerve to humiliate you right in front of me. Honestly, I think she uses her brain exclusively for selecting those hideous luxury items she's always flaunting around the pack house."
Her fierce loyalty warmed something deep in my chest that had been cold for far too long. I'd grown so accustomed to being treated as less than nothing that having
