Olivia's POV
Two days after the incident at Damien's party, I still couldn't shake the memory of that voice inside my head. That dark, ancient voice that wasn't my wolf—wasn't me—yet had spoken through me.
*Kill her. Make her pay.*
I shuddered, sitting on the edge of my bed. My hands trembled slightly as I smoothed down the simple black dress I'd chosen for today's hearing.
Today was the day. The day I would formally reject the Luciano triplets before the Council of Elders.
I caught my reflection in the vanity mirror across the room. Dark circles shadowed my eyes, evidence of two sleepless nights spent replaying both the party incident and the strange encounter with... myself? That older woman on the rooftop, warning me about dangers to come.
*Stay with the pack. It's the only way you'll survive.*
A soft knock interrupted my thoughts.
"Come in," I called, quickly composing my face.
Damien entered, impeccably dressed in a charcoal suit. His eyes swept over me, assessing.
