(Aaron's POV)The sound of my glass slamming against the table echoed through the private room. Silence descended instantly, thick and suffocating. Every wolf present froze, their previous excitement evaporating like morning dew under a harsh sun.My eyes fixed on Rebecca Winters, gold bleeding into my vision as Logan, my wolf, surged forward with protective rage. The blonde she-wolf had dared to raise her hand against my Luna. My mate.Rebecca's face drained of color as she accidentally met my gaze. She immediately ducked behind Caroline, her earlier arrogance deflating like a punctured balloon. The scent of her fear permeated the air, sharp and acrid.Good. Let her be afraid."Aaron," Caroline's voice cut through the silence, strained with forced lightness. "Don't be angry. Rebecca speaks frankly but has no malice."Her hand touched my arm, a familiar gesture that should have calmed me. It didn't."Rebecca, quickly apologize to Freya," Caroline urged, her voice tight with desp
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