CHAPTER 210
"I'm Elena, and beside me is Caleb." The voice that slid from beneath the dark hood was sweet—frighteningly so—but laced with an underlying current of danger that made the hair on the back of the Alphas' necks stand on end.
As her bloodless lips twitched into a chilling smirk, the sheer volume of her presence seemed to expand, filling every corner of the Great Hall until it felt like the stones themselves were sweating under the pressure.
For a long, agonizing second, none of the Southern pack leaders moved. Alpha Vance, usually the quickest to roar, found the breath caught squarely in his throat.
It wasn't just the physical intrusion that paralyzed them; it was the biological wrongness of it. Wolves were creatures of scent, navigating the world through a complex tapestry of pheromones, territory markers, and bloodlines.
But these two intruders? The air around them was completely vacant. No sweat, no heat, no musk. They smelled like absolutely nothing at all.
