IVAN'S POV
The murmurs began then, hushed between suppressed mouth-to-ear conversations and cautious eyes.
Finally, a voice purred. Serena's.
"Is it true," she asked with a tilt of her head, her red-clad lips extending to a flirty smile, "that the Rabid Wolf is a lady-killer?"
Her tone burned like acid under my skin, grating enough to leave it crawling, but I ground out a smile.
"Not in the literal sense, I fear."
A ripple of laughter floated into the room, nervous and strained, but meeting each other's eyes with more courage.
Another voice: a guard, too bold for his own good.
"Alpha… is it true you lost control during the Severance? That you nearly killed the Moon Healer herself?"
I raised a brow, smirking. "Nearly? If that were true, she wouldn't be walking these halls, would she?"
The chatter increased.
Then another: "Is it true your wolf gets triggered by anything? That you see shadows that aren't there?"
