Griffin's POV

I sat in the corner of the dimly lit room, my fists clenched tightly around the armrests of the worn-out chair. The shadows danced on the walls, mocking me, much like Camila had earlier. Her words, replayed in my head, a vicious echo I couldn’t shake.

"If I’d known you were just the bastard son of the former Alpha, I’d have set my eyes on Rolan instead."

I ground my teeth, swallowing down the surge of anger that threatened to boil over. Camila, with her sharp tongue and constant mockery, had no idea what I was capable of.

She could laugh at me all she wanted, but it...