~Annalyn POV~
The scent vanished briefly, and Ezra's voice was sharp. "Who owns that scent?"
Armand's eyes met Isabella's, looking calm. "I'm the one, why?" he said.
Celix's hand shot out, grabbing Armand by the collar. "You're a reincarnated wolf?" he demanded, eyes glowing gold, body trembling with barely-contained power.
Armand yanked his arm free from Celix's grip, his eyes flashing with restrained violence. "Get your fucking hand off me!" His voice shook everywhere.
Matteo scoffed, folding his arms across his chest. "A lot of you are hiding things." His tone was mocking, yet under it, suspicion simmered.
Ezra's brow furrowed, his voice low. "This isn't just any secret, that scent just now... it wasn't ordinary. It was the scent of an Alpha wolf, and not just any Alpha… an evil one."
My gaze lingered on Isabella, she stood too still, her lashes lowered too perfectly, her eyes darting once toward Armand. My heart thumped, the way she avoided my eyes… it was suspicious.
