Adeline's POV
I opened the door and there she was.
Tall. Immaculate. Beautiful in that cold, sculpted way only wolves born of power could be. Draped in a gown of silken ivory, hair cascading like molten gold, her painted lips curved in feigned sweetness. The woman, every whisper in the tribe named Vincent's chosen Luna—his fiancée.
Delilah.
She didn’t recognize me—of course she didn’t. To her, I was just another nameless healer, faceless and forgettable. She had no idea who I truly was, or that the girl she tormented might be my blood. That ignorance was the only advantage I had left.
She might not know me, but I would never forget her shadow standing over Myra’s broken spirit.
My heart clenched at the sight of her.
She swept past me without so much as a glance, the faint scent of r
