But Addison had more pressing issues to deal with. She ignored the silent standoff, knowing she couldn't afford to get distracted now.
Maxwell, though visibly displeased by how things were playing out, managed to rein in his temper. His wolf clawed at the edges of his control, eager to challenge his two rivals, but he forced it down with effort. Zion, equally tense, struggled with Shura, who was growling and pacing in his head, clearly provoked by his own Beta. Being one-upped by Levi didn't sit well with either of them.
When Addison stepped onto the grassland, she was immediately greeted by a rush of wind and the rich, earthy scent of wild grass. The open space felt liberating, vast, and untamed. Here, she could run freely, unhindered by trees or tangled roots, able to stretch her limbs and her power without restraint.
