Nyxara Rising
Wolf.
Queen.
The wolf inside her stretched, content. This was not chaos; this was orchestration. Every crisis, every whisper, was a thread she’d already knitted into her tapestry.
A new alert—different, urgent.
Cassian’s accounts.
She watched on a hacked security feed as realization dawned. Transfers blocked, access denied. Panic twisted his features, his composure fracturing as he paced, cursed, struck the wall. The betrayal was fresh, raw. She wanted him to feel it—to taste the consequences he’d earned.