“They’re upset about the consequences of their own choices,” I say, keeping my tone level even as the pack listens.
Atticus folds his arms loosely, his gaze sharp and assessing as it moves over Hazel and Violet in a way that leaves no room for misunderstanding. “You were assigned labour as punishment,” he says to them, his voice carrying authority without effort, “and you will complete it.”
Hazel’s head snaps up, disbelief flashing before it curdles into rage. “This is her fault,” she spits, pointing straight at me. “She’s manipulating you.”
Axel does not even look at her when he speaks again. “What happens next,” he says instead, his voice steady and final, “is up to her.”
The words land like a physical blow.
Hazel stares at me, her expression fracturing as powerlessness settles in,
