Kira stepped out of the Wolf Council building into the bright early afternoon sun, flanked by her mother, Braxton, Connor, and Gavin. The weight of the morning's drama still hung in the air like a thick fog, but a quiet sense of triumph warmed her chest.
Claire walked beside her with quiet dignity, though her hand trembled slightly in Kira's grip. They had done it. They had rattled Rolf to his core.
The car park buzzed with the hum of engines and murmured conversations from departing Alphas and their Lunas. Kira had barely taken three steps toward their waiting vehicles when a familiar figure blocked their path.
Scott stood there, face twisted with fury and disbelief. His eyes locked onto Kira, dark with something that looked like a mix of rage and desperation.
"Why are you doing this, Kira?" he demanded, his voice loud enough to draw stares from nearby drivers. "What exactly do you want? Are you so bitter about what happened between us that you have to destroy my life now?"
