Enzo pov
The moment I stepped away from the packhouse and Damien's outburst faded into the background noise, I didn't head back to my quarters like I should've.
No. I needed answers—answers I wouldn't find within the walls of the Ravenclaw Pack.
The note. The blood-smeared massage
Zendaya had found in her room. it hadn't been part of the plan. I needed to know if Grandfather had gone rogue with his timing or if someone else was in play.
The forest air bit at my skin as I shifted into my brown wolf, racing beneath the moonlit sky, chasing clarity through the trees.
When I arrived at the building on the edge of neutral territory, I entered, but I was graced with a presence I hadn't expected, and definitely not hers.
Diana.
She sat on the velvet armchair by the fire like a queen without a crown, her red lips curled into a smile that never reached her eyes. Her leather pants hugged her curves, and her long black hair was tied into a high braid that screamed control.
