Seraphine's POV
Theodore's roar filled every corner of the room like thunder before a storm. "What exactly are you trying to tell me?" His voice carried the weight of barely contained fury. "Nash has taken my daughter, and here you stand pretending to know nothing?"
The color drained from Tiara's face so completely she might have been carved from marble. Her mouth moved wordlessly, opening and closing in desperate silence. Where once stood a woman who commanded respect through cunning and calculation, now trembled someone unrecognizable. Her eyes darted frantically between Theodore and me, searching for an escape that didn't exist.
This wasn't the same person who had orchestrated so much pain and chaos. The confident mask had shattered, revealing something raw and terrified underneath.
"Alpha Theodore, please," her voice broke like glass. "I swear on my pack's honor, Nash never spoke of your daughter. I have no knowledge of what you're accusing me of."
