“I said, shut up!” My voice cracked, but I didn’t care anymore. “I don’t want to be your mate, Thorne.” The words came out before I could stop them, and I didn’t take them back. They hung in the air, silencing everyone around us.
Thorne’s eyes flared with rage. “You don’t get to decide that,” he growled. “You killed our son, Freya! You took him from me!”
My heart clenched, but I held my ground. “I did it because of you. I don’t care what you say.” My voice was firm. “You betrayed me, Thorne. You betrayed us.”
Loud roars filled the air as the tension finally snapped, rippling through the pack. Wolves began to shift, their anger feeding off our fight. The ceremony was forgotten, swallowed by chaos.
Council members scrambled, trying to regain control, but emotions ran high. More wolves transformed, unable to contain the beast within.
“Freya, you’re making a scene again!” Selene’s voice appeared, dripping with annoyance.
I turned, a smirk curling on my lips. “Oh, look who decided to show up. The whore herself.”
Her eyes narrowed, teeth grinding. “Watch your mouth,” she spat.