Rosalie Lockwood

*****Vivian's POV*****

I glare at Nadia, my breath hitching in my throat. Silas’s eerily accurate joke about the Stoneclaw Pack Alpha hangs in the quiet air of my bedroom. The blood roars in my ears. For a split second, my chest tightens, panic gripping my lungs until I can barely drag in oxygen. We sit frozen, our hearts racing from the sheer terror of exposure.

Nadia, however, recovers in the