~Annalyn POV~
Matteo ripped Lucas away from me, his silver eyes blazing with fury because the force of his shove slammed Lucas against the stone wall of the Del Piero pack mansion, rattling the picture frames that lined the grand hallway.
"Don't touch her like that again!" Matteo snarled, his chest heaving, his fists trembling at his sides.
I staggered, clutching my bleeding shoulder, my breath ragged, mingling with the heavy musk of old wood and expensive liquor that clung to the mansion's walls.
Lucas wiped the blood from his lips with the back of his hand, his eyes flickered... wolf-gold, but haunted. His jaw tightened, but he didn't strike back, for a moment, he looked… lost and then it hit him.
He wasn't in the hallway anymore, he was somewhere else.
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Years ago in Ezra's own chamber.. a room carved with wolf sigils, the bed draped in black furs.
She was still human then, soft, warm, trembling… but her eyes held that wild glimmer, the wolf buried inside her.
