Chapter 13: My Personal ell
(Celeste's POV)
Alpha James’s booming voice echoed through the icy halls of the main hall.
His wrath was unrelenting as he delivered his disciplinary strikes to Lucas, his fists connecting with sharp, thunderous cracks.
Lucas stood rooted in place, his back straight and firm even as his jaw tightened under the harsh blows. His face turned slightly, blood pooling around the edges of his mouth, but he didn’t flinch.
Through it all, I stood on the edge of the room, watching the Winters Pack gather in a semi-circle, their gazes flickering between Alpha James and Lucas.
My wolf stirred faintly, her energy drained but curling uneasily at the sight. Alpha’s words were barbed and laced with an unspoken message, one that I knew was partially directed at me.
