Third person POV
Sofia’s breath caught as Vaden’s golden eyes locked onto hers. There was no softness, no gentleness in his gaze. His anger simmered just beneath the surface, contained but ready to explode. The weight of his presence pressed down on her, and she had to remind herself to breathe.
“Tell me,” Vaden said, his voice like a low growl. “Who between Lysander and Killian deserves to lead the Blood Moon Pack?”
The words hung heavy in the air. Sofia hesitated, her hands gripping the fabric of her dress tightly. She wanted to shrink under the intensity of his gaze, but that wasn’t an option. The Werewolf King didn’t tolerate cowardice or hesitation, and this wasn’t a moment for diplomacy.
She swallowed hard, forcing the words past the lump in her throat. “Killian,” she whisp
