CHAPTER TWELVE
Everyone freezes—me, Jake, Ryan, and Mason all watching each other cautiously. There's an electricity in the air, a tension that coils around us, waiting to snap.
"Nobody speaks of the prophecy," Ryan's voice cuts through the silence, commanding and sharp. His eyes lock onto Mason, heavy with a warning that brooks no argument.
“You mean what was written in the ravine?” Mason asks. “I saw it too… before someone covered it up this morning. I assume that was you.”
Ryan’s face darkens. “I am Alpha here. Are you threatening to disobey me?”
Mason, bulky and usually unshakeable, shakes his head once, his throat bobbing with swallowed words. I can almost hear his mind slamming shut, locking away secrets like precious stones.
"Good”, Ryan says, his gaze not leaving Mason until
