The door slammed behind them.
Zayn barely got two steps into the room before Victoria spun around to face him, her eyes blazing.
“You’re not serious,” she snapped. “Tell me you didn’t mean it.”
He said nothing. Just ran a hand through his hair and kept walking toward the hearth. The fire hadn’t been lit, but the tension in the room burned hot enough.
“Zayn!” Her voice cracked.
He stopped.
“She’s going to be your Luna?” Victoria hissed. “Her? That half-starved mutt? That girl who can’t even speak?”
Zayn’s jaw tightened. “The vault can only be opened by an Alpha, or someone who has an Alpha’s bloodline. Lily is a Thunder Paw, she is Grayson’s daughter.”
Victoria let out a bitter laugh. “That’s what matters now? Blood? Not loyalty? Not love?”
Zayn turned to face her, his voice low. “There you go again. This isn’t about love, Victoria. It never was.”
Her mouth opened, then closed. For a second, she looked like she couldn’t breathe.
