Chapter 117

• Third Person’s POV
• Celeste’s palm cracked across Elias Frost’s face, the sound sharp as a whip in the vaulted hall. Her other hand seized Serena’s hair, yanking her head back until the woman gasped, eyes wide with shock. Celeste struck her again and again, each blow filled with the fury of a wolf who had been cornered too many times.
• “Liars! Both of you!” Celeste spat, her voice raw and guttural. Her eyes gleamed crimson with the heat of her wolf’s rage. “I told you, if Grandfather suffers because of your schemes, I’ll drag you down to the grave with me!”