The scent of pine and blood filled the air as I stepped into the Moonhowl den, my white cloak shimmering under the full moon. Damien’s voice cut through the silence, smug and familiar. "Didn’t you used to love staring at my abs?" He grinned, flexing like this was some reunion instead of a tribunal.

Ronan knelt, offering a red rose wrapped in thorned wire. "Little wolf, give me a kiss, and my life is yours!" His words dripped with honeyed poison.

Then James blocked the exit, muscles coiled. "I’ll make sure you can’t get out of bed for ten days…"

I smiled, slow and sharp. "You all forget—I’m not an Omega. I’m the White Wolf Queen. And you just made your last mistake."

The ground trembled as frost cracked up from my feet. The chandelier above shattered. In the chaos, I had one decision: unleash the curse now and bury them all, or wait—and learn exactly who else betrayed me.