~Annalyn POV~
Ezra's voice trembled, but his eyes refused to meet mine. "I'm so sorry, Annalyn, I never meant to hide it from you..."
Before he could finish, Celix's fist slammed across his face, the sound echoed like a whip snapping against the walls. Ezra staggered back, his cheek already swelling.
"You idiot!" Celix roared, veins visible in his neck. "How could you hide such a thing from her?"
Matteo didn't hesitate; his blow came harder, cracking against Ezra's jaw. "And you stood there," Matteo growled, his breath harsh, "when that filthy slut accused me of something I knew nothing about?!"
I stood rooted, the blood in my veins boiling, my fury was no longer fire... it was ice, sharp and merciless. I felt the ancient wolf stir inside me, whispering, Take his throat. Demand his truth.
But I didn't shout, I didn't scream my voice came quiet, so quiet that even the air paused to listen. "Ezra," I said gently, my words shaking with restrained rage. "Who killed her?"
