Talon’s gaze flicked briefly to his beta, sharp and assessing, the way a king measured everything—strength, loyalty, fracture points.
Enzo stood slightly in front of Leah, his posture instinctively protective. One arm was angled just enough that, if danger erupted, Leah would be shielded by his body before she could even react. To anyone else, it would look like devotion.
To Leah, it looked like audacity.
Her eyes burned into Enzo’s back, sharp as blades, filled with unresolved fury and betrayal. Talon could smell it—anger, fear, and something rawer beneath it. Hurt. Leah had not forgiven Enzo for hiding her parents, not yet. Not even close. And judging by the way her jaw was clenched, the reckoning between them would be vicious once they returned to Black Howler Pack. Because one thing
