~Annalyn POV~
I woke up with my head pounding, the vision from last night still clawing at me—Paolo's scared face, his words about a family traitor, and a gut-punch feeling that pointed to Calix. His cocky grin, his quick deflections—it all felt too slick. My heat was simmering, making me jittery, and the Moon Alpha's voice was back, whispering about broken trust. I found Calix in the kitchen, flipping pancakes like he didn't have a care in the world.
"Morning, princess," he said, flashing that grin. "Hungry?"
I crossed my arms, ignoring the pancakes' smell. "We need to talk, Calix. Now."
His smile faltered, but he kept flipping. "What's up? You look like you're about to bite my head off."
"Maybe I will," I said, stepping closer. "My vision last night—it showed Paolo was coerced. By someone in the family. And it's pointing at you."
He froze, the spatula dropping. "Me? You're kidding, right?"
