Selene's POV
“He didn’t see you,” Anthony whispered softly into my hair. “But I do.”
Before I could even nod, the door was flung open with such force it nearly ripped off its hinges.
Victor stood in the doorway, his eyes wild, dark with rage. His broad chest rose and fell heavily beneath his shirt, his fists clenched tightly at his sides.
“Get your filthy hands off her now!” he shouted, his voice echoing through the room.
Anthony immediately stood up, gently placing me behind him. He squared his shoulders, meeting Victor’s stormy gaze without fear. “Well, hello to you too.”
Victor took a step forward, the floor creaking loudly under his heavy boots. His eyes never left Anthony’s, full of hate and bitterness. “How dare you? You have no authority here, Anthony. This is my pack, and Se
