Chapter 146: Beauty Butt Masks

Elara’s POV

I sat frozen on the edge of Sybil's bed, my hands trembling as her story settled into my bones like winter frost. The horror of what she'd endured made my own past pain seem almost trivial.

My wolf stirred restlessly beneath my skin, responding to the cocktail of emotions surging through me—shock, heartbreak, and a rage so pure it burned white-hot in my chest.

"That bastard," I whisper