Hazel’s POV
“Hazel…” Dimitri whispered beside me, voice tight with worry.
I barely heard him.
My eyes were locked on Liora’s wolf—huge, lips peeled back from teeth that looked way too sharp for comfort. She was snarling like she wanted to rip my throat out and wear it as a necklace.
I should have been terrified.
I mean—come on. I was a college student who woke up in a werewolf palace. I’d never thrown a real punch in my life. I’d never even been in a proper fight. I was just a normal girl stressing over exams and bad coffee. Now was standing in a dirt circle facing a literal werewolf who hated me enough to kill. This was insane. I should have been screaming. Running. Hiding.
Instead I felt…calm.
Not the fake kind of calm you force when you're panicking.
Real calm.
I tried to shif
