Chapter Eighty-Five: The Wolf's Fury
Lyla POV:
Vincent's laughter echoed through the room, a sound filled with sinister undertones.
"Oh, brother, why do you insist on these little charades? Just be honest with her. There's no coronation. Instead, we have a lovely lineup of witches eager to drain every ounce of that precious eternal wolf essence from her," he said, his eyes flashing dangerously.
Noah's face remained impassive, but there was a flicker of annoyance in his eyes.
"Vincent, I've got this under control," he said coolly.
I glanced between the two brothers, my heart pounding in my chest. They were planning to kill me, to use me for my power. A surge of anger and determination rose within me. I wouldn't let them. Without warning, I shifted into my wolf form, the transformation
