Todos los capítulos de Wolves Can't Play: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

SIMONE"Great of you to work up the nerve to come." Olivia's smirk widened with every step I took toward the bars, as if my presence alone was proof she'd already won something."Don't flatter yourself, bestie." The word came out sharper than I meant it, half insult, half grief for what it used to mean between us, back when we'd used it without irony, back when it had meant something worth protecting."Laugh now if you want," she said, and something in her voice shifted, gone colder, stranger than I'd heard it before. "The wolf who laughs last laughs best.""Says the wolf behind iron bars." My voice hardened as I stepped closer, close enough to see the tired shadows beneath her eyes, the way her usually perfect hair had gone limp against the stone wall behind her. "Now listen to me, you wretched thing, my friend. I never did you a single wrong. And you drove your claws straight through my stomach and smiled while you did it. Why?""Oh, so you care." She laughed, and something in my bl

SIMONE "Um, Leo." I jumped off the bed, too fast, catching the way his eyes moved from me to Sylvester and back again, slow and deliberate. "You didn't answer me. What is going on here?" "It's not a big deal, Leo." Sylvester stood, stepping slightly in front of me, protective in a way that only made this worse. "She came to see Olivia." "Olivia." Leo's eyes found mine, and whatever was behind them felt like it was reaching straight through my chest. "Why would you want to see Olivia?" I let my gaze drop to the floor. No performance would cover this cleanly better to let a little real hesitation show. "I wanted to ask her why she did it. Maybe..." The word slipped out before I could stop it. "Maybe I could forgive her." "Forgive her?" His voice cut sharp enough that I expected it to land like a blow. It didn't. If anything, some small, treacherous part of me wanted to laugh at how easily offended he sounded, but this wasn't the moment for that. My plan needed him alive, ne

FLORA I walked alone, minding my own business, still turning over how deep Simone's words had cut. She'd called me jealous. She knew me too well, and I'd let that familiarity between us become something she could use like a blade whenever it suited her. That was on me, maybe, for letting it get that close in the first place. "I didn't mean for it to go that far..." Simone's voice drifted from behind a door, and something in the tone of it made my stomach turn. What was she doing in the pack's meeting room? "Kyle. The girl admits it. Release my daughter." The voice was unmistakable, Olivia's father. They were discussing yesterday's incident. Simone had admitted something. Was the recording real after all? It was the only explanation that made any sense of what I'd just overheard. I glanced back down the hall, checking for maidservants or soldiers. No one. I pressed my ear to the door instead, straining to catch more, but all I got was murmurs and the occas

SIMONE "Where are you going, Simone?" Flora was still sitting on the bed, hair tousled from sleep, looking far too calm for someone who'd just heard the news. "I told you. Olivia's been released." I was already reaching for my shoes. "Do you understand what she could do now?" "No, actually." She said it plainly, before I could gather another word. "I don't." She was right. The person closest to me, apart from Olivia, knew nothing about what had happened to me since I'd woken up in this life. I felt the weight of that all at once: the worry she must have been carrying, the way she'd watched me change and had no one to ask why. She hadn't been trying to get in my way. She'd been looking out for me, the way she had when we were still pups. Could I tell her? She'd probably think I'd lost my mind. "Is there something you want to tell me, Simone?" Her voice was gentle now, without the edge from the day before. She looked at me with a soft, steady expression that made lying feel

SIMONE I called Flora three times before she picked up. "What." Her voice was clipped, still raw from the clearing, from Sylvester, from whatever exactly it was I'd shut her out of. "I need you to come with me to the André packhouse." I kept walking as I spoke, already halfway across the courtyard, already dressed for a fight I hadn't planned the words for yet. "I'm going to ask Leo why he released Olivia." Silence stretched long enough that I thought she might have hung up. "Flora. I'm sorry. For snapping at you earlier. You didn't deserve that." The apology came out plainer than any I'd given anyone since I woke up in this life, no performance folded into it, no angle I was working. "I need you there. Please." Another pause. Then, quieter: "Give me ten minutes." She met me at the gates, arms crossed, her expression still guarded but her feet already moving in step beside mine. Neither of us said anything about the clearing. I wasn't sure either of us knew how to, yet. The