Beneath the Wolf Moon
Without thinking, I stepped closer, my voice sharp and controlled.
“Do you really think that’s funny?” I asked, fixing him with a glare. “Spreading things you don’t know, rumors about someone else’s life—it’s pathetic.”
His face paled. “I… I wasn’t—”
“You weren’t what?” I pressed, each word precise, deliberate. “You weren’t lying? You weren’t making people doubt me for your own amusement? Think carefully before you answer.”
The silence that followed was delicious, a small victory, but not enough. Savannah’s laughter rippled through the hall, subtle but venomous, as she watched the scene like a hawk circling prey.
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