Chapter 103

Draven’s POV

“Well, if you can’t tell her, I suppose I should,” Thea sneered, folding her arms across her chest so tightly that her knuckles whitened. How had I failed to see the darkness lurking beneath her radiant façade all this time? Every smile, every soft word—an artifice she wore like a mask. “She needs to learn her place now, and the pack must know I—”

“Shut up, Thea!” I snapped, the words erupting from me in a furious burst as I lunged forward. In that moment, instinct took control: my fingers curved into claws, razor-sharp, and I caught her by the throat, squeezing until her eyes widened in shock.

“Draven,” she said evenly, her smile undisturbed, her steady gaze boring into me. “If your goal is to murder me and cast aside your responsibilities, then be my guest. After all, you’re no different from your monstrous father!”

Her fearless calm, the wicked delight behind her flawless veneer, enraged me even more. The dim light of the great hall cau