Siena’s POV
I don’t know how to react to Lila’s mark.
My mind is a mess, tangled in rage so sharp I can taste it. My wolf surges forward, instincts clawing at me to bare my teeth, to shift right here and now, to rip her apart.
This anger—it’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt.
Then, at the peak of my fury, my wolf speaks, quiet but firm.
"We haven’t felt the pain of a mate’s betrayal. She’s lying."
The words cut through the haze, a lifeline yanking me back from the brink. I suck in a breath, forcing my muscles to relax before I lose control entirely.
Lila trembles, the scent of her fear lingers in the air, sharp and sour. Her confident smirk is gone. For once, she looks frightened. Her wide eyes flick to mine as she takes a step back, her instincts telling her
